In reply to Goucho:
In, um, about 1978 or 79 my mate Deke (of Charlotte's Harlots, etc) and another mate Duncan got badly stormbound above the Freney pillar. Sat in a snowhole, sitting it out. Deke was OK(ish), Duncan starting going downhill. Sleeping fitfully, waking up screaming that he was going to lose his bits. In the end, to save Duncan, Deke bailed, into the storm. And up and over the pair of them went, down to eventual safety. Easier said than done. But they did it. Had to.
Ten days later, back in Yorkshire, a merry band of pissheads (including Duncan) headed out for a fun day at Langcliffe Quarry. In nearly 50 years, I've never climbed in a more dangerous place. And, sure enough, somebody (have a guess who!) was being right royally set up. 'A fine mountaineering route'. Which, translated from Yorkshire into plain ole English meant Absolute F*cking Death On A Stick.
I felt so sorry for Duncan. As leader of the second lot, he'd survived the Freney episode only to stare his maker in the face at a shitty quarry in th' Dales. "For God's sake, give us a top-rope!" he wailed. After the requisite fun taunting him with the prospect of not giving him one, the rope dutifully snaked down. Duncan grabbed it like a man possessed and tied in. Post-Freney, he just hadn't got any more adrenaline.
And so we continued. How many did Buhl have tied into him on the Eiger. Eight? I think I had five or six. Boggie offered to lead the last pitch. (By then I'd been so gripped for so long, I was past caring.) "That's kind of you, "I muttered. "It's solid... and there's gear on it, you dickhead," he retorted. They don't mince words in Yorkshire.
Where was Deke in all this, I wonder? Probably shagging. And, God knows, after leaving that bivvy with Duncan, he'd earned a day of rest. He was great, he really was. So much shared hardship - and never a harsh word exchanged between us. Although from darkest Yorkshire (it doesn't get much darker than Keighley!) he was culturally French, a fun guy, with an eye for the ladies. And yes Deke, I know you ran off with my girlfriend years later but hey, these things happen. If I ever had to leave a bivvy and head out into a raging storm, I'd rather it was with you.
Mick