On 4/05/2005 M8iswhereitsat wrote:
>Weak? Let me tell you about weak! When I was young we us'to suck on the
>pro-pebbles for lunch as well, 'cos we didn't have a cow to provide dung;
>and as for fishing wire, .. luxury!! We us'ta nick tha left over barbed
>wire from tha beach fortifications for climbing rope. Ever tried to dyno
>with a barbed wire rope in a flared bomb-bay ceiling? ... Ah, thought not!!
>Yur jest a pussy lad; why I still remember well the gouges I got while
>flagging one extremity an remainin' in 3 point contact doing the dyno statically!,
>cos in those days tha leader never fell!
>
weak! i'll tell you wats weak! we used to get up at 4 in the morning, half an hour before we went to bed, we lived in a possum box in the pines, with a half a tea towel for a blanket, and we'd solo ethopia for a warm up. after, that, we'd tie a piece of string to our goolies, and bungee jump off the swing. you call me weak. tosh! back in the day, we'd have to dyno from one point of contact, round the edge of a roof to a finger crack and hold on, even though it was full of broken glass. and when i say fishin wire, i mean that was for taking beginers up! on normal days we'd just use cat gut threaded through our noses. thats doing it tough!
(imagine all that in a lower class english accent. i know, dalai, i took some liberties...) |