You would think that after nearly 38 years I would know better....
never mix a bottle of champers, a plastic pint tumbler, a dance floor [with suitably tacky music] and a Di.
Yesterday, if I had my way, it would have involved a sofa, a bottle of coke, a bar of chocolate, a stack of DVD's and the remote control.
The weather had different plans and leaving it to the 12th hour, I wobbled my way into the corrie - no really, I did.
I'm sure it wasn't pretty, and I did refrain from barfing on the belay (just), but somehow I did actually manage to wobble my way up Magic Crack.
Adds a whole new dimension to climbing you know....
