Last time, on Beast Kong’s waffly rants, I was sitting against the ropes, awaiting round two against Ammagamma while my trainer, who is none other than Christian Bale, strangely, squirts water at my face and smears vasaline on my eyebrows. I guess that makes me Mark Walberg… Meanwhile, session two arrived and I was rested. …
To begin with, my main aim for the Grampians trip was to do another 8B, or several, if possible. It’s been nearly two years since the Rocklands trip, and since then I’ve felt as if I’ve been living in a holding pattern. The few remaining boulder projects around my area have fallen, and beyond that, …
Australia! Home of nothing very much at all, and host to the world’s most vicious flora and fauna. Yes, even the margarine wants to eat you. No, I didn’t get eaten, or bitten, or stung, or captured, or accosted by Mel Gibson, or otherwise harmed in any other interesting fashion, but I did get stabbed …
Young Wiz is on form, and using the sweet skills he probably picked up at kindy, here’s his write-up. In it, our plucky, bright-eyed and unwashed heroes work up a gratuitously thick lather of double digit problems, and became so excitable one of them passed out cold! Job boys, I hope you’ve brought some of …
There’s not a lot been going on throughout NZ at present, which is understandable considering it’s slowly turning into a dustbowl. And a warm one at that. Traditionally summer is the season for hotness and poor conditions and sunburns, and excessive whinging about hotness, poor conditions and sunburns. I’m a definite recidivist, especially for the last one. …