2.4.13
Gandalf and The Godfather
We just had a long weekend, which I presume was Easter.
Off I went to meet Clinton at Montagu. I found him sitting here.
He was brewing Chai Tea.
At the same time, my good friend Roger was re-enacting the bolting wars of the 1980s up at Boven. I emailed my old friend Lance to ask advice. Lance isn't so popular these days, and no longer in demand by presidents and CEOs and the like, so he was happy to get my email. I asked him what he thought Roger should do, and he said he should drink the contents of this bottle.
On Sunday evening we were walking back from the crags in the rain when we received call from Ed February. An invitation to drinks ensued and Clinton and I ended up being graciously wined and dined by Ed and Nicky and enjoying the company of two other old legends, AdK and Tienie, with their respective families. According to AdK, Tienie had been nominated as their ropegun for the day, but turned out to have very few bullets in the chamber. He made himself feel better by chastising me for my poor morals and generally reprehensible behaviour. This was silly really, because there can be nobody more smug than a 51 year old with a 26 year girlfriend. It makes one immune to any jibes about ages gaps and the like. Boom.
After reminscing with wild inaccuracy due to failing our memories, Clinton and I headed back to the soggy campsite.
It would have been nice to have ended this post with tales of rampant successs and sexual conquest. Unfortunately it was not to be. Damp conditions ended Clinton's chances of success, while I didn't really seem to have a plan on my project, and gave it 2 burns in rapid succession before calling it a day, hours too early.
Apparently up at Boven, Roger was allowed back onto the God No Wall only after getting up Condor, on his 23rd attempt (sorry Roger). In spite of downing the entire bottle of Ingwe, his attempt on The Boltergeist came up slightly short.
Things stand this way at the moment:
Roger - the Godfather - is heading back to Boven in May
Clinton and Steve - Gandalf - are probably going to be hanging out like two sad bastards in Montagu this weekend
Ed, AdK and Tienie are watching this with benevolent amusement while sipping on single malt.
Off I went to meet Clinton at Montagu. I found him sitting here.
He was brewing Chai Tea.
At the same time, my good friend Roger was re-enacting the bolting wars of the 1980s up at Boven. I emailed my old friend Lance to ask advice. Lance isn't so popular these days, and no longer in demand by presidents and CEOs and the like, so he was happy to get my email. I asked him what he thought Roger should do, and he said he should drink the contents of this bottle.
On Sunday evening we were walking back from the crags in the rain when we received call from Ed February. An invitation to drinks ensued and Clinton and I ended up being graciously wined and dined by Ed and Nicky and enjoying the company of two other old legends, AdK and Tienie, with their respective families. According to AdK, Tienie had been nominated as their ropegun for the day, but turned out to have very few bullets in the chamber. He made himself feel better by chastising me for my poor morals and generally reprehensible behaviour. This was silly really, because there can be nobody more smug than a 51 year old with a 26 year girlfriend. It makes one immune to any jibes about ages gaps and the like. Boom.
After reminscing with wild inaccuracy due to failing our memories, Clinton and I headed back to the soggy campsite.
It would have been nice to have ended this post with tales of rampant successs and sexual conquest. Unfortunately it was not to be. Damp conditions ended Clinton's chances of success, while I didn't really seem to have a plan on my project, and gave it 2 burns in rapid succession before calling it a day, hours too early.
Apparently up at Boven, Roger was allowed back onto the God No Wall only after getting up Condor, on his 23rd attempt (sorry Roger). In spite of downing the entire bottle of Ingwe, his attempt on The Boltergeist came up slightly short.
Things stand this way at the moment:
Roger - the Godfather - is heading back to Boven in May
Clinton and Steve - Gandalf - are probably going to be hanging out like two sad bastards in Montagu this weekend
Ed, AdK and Tienie are watching this with benevolent amusement while sipping on single malt.
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