In reply to The Great Pretender: I have to agree with the 2 Andrews. Orion is a route for composure and competence in both leader and second.
The story goes on for some time, and has to be told in my second's inimitable tone for full effect. The crux, as it were, came at the sting in the tail of the final chimney, when the belay consisted of my partner's 2 axes loosely associated with some steep, fluffy white stuff. I stared at the bulging rock, then at his axes, then at the bulge again. One of his axes got so bored at this performance that it could not be bothered to make the token effort to remain attached to the snow and came loose, staring at me and dangling.
My partner describes how when I came to tackle the bulge, he first braced himself and gripped the belay device firmly. He then glanced at the sole remaining axe, shrugged and let fall his grip, on the basis that we were about to prove the old joke definition that a solo climber is one man falling alone, while a roped party is several men falling together.
The reference to Geordies is to the 2 individuals of that persuasion who held us up for at least 2 hours on the route, with Geordie number 2 disappearing over the bulge with the helpful comment that his mate had been "really at his limit, about to fall off" when tackling the bulge. I did then think that they might at least have waited to see that we had got over the bulge, but the ensuing easy gully was empty of inhabitants.
Had any of the inhabitants of that region heard the venom, contempt and loathing that Paul managed to get into the single word "geordies" when I spoke to him on the phone later that week, they would have been terrified out of their T-shirts.