In reply to Solaris:
Yes, as in "Something is rotten in the state of Denmark".
I shared a yarn, or rather tale of Alpine climbing terror with the girl I climbed the Brunegghorn North face with. With a patronising patience born of years of calming mental health patients, she smiled sweetly and said "that's a nice story - I've only heard that one 3 times. So much fresher than the ones I've heard 8 or 9 times". I decided it was more useful to give her the benefit of my climbing wisdom, so regaled her with various wise aphorisms and lessons.
Her eyes started to flicker shut, clearly because we had got up so early that morning to climb the face - obviously this could not be because my nuggets of priceless experience were not QUITE as fascinating as any normal observer would assume.
In order to spare her from the misfortune of missing any of these pearls, I started to speak progressively more LOUDLY and EMPHATICALLY. The intense effort of concentrating on my words so as not to lose even a drop of the precious insight seemed to distort her face into a grimace, almost as though she were in pain. Finally I thundered :
"Never, ever relax on an Alpine route - until you are sitting on the terrace of the hut, with a beer in your hand".
Coincidentally, even as I spoke, I was sitting at a hut terrace table, with 2 beer glasses in front of me. The beer having been already drunk, their presence was by then rather redundant, except to illustrate the point. Being a generous soul, I decided to return them inside to help the staff, not noticing my own rucksack in front of my feet, with its straps rather chaotically spread out in front. I stood up with the 2 glasses, then with perfect but unfortunately entirely inadvertent comic timing, my feet wrapped themselves around the straps and I fell painfully full length on the hard flagstones, shattering both glasses and nearly putting out my eyes on them in the process.
She regarded the scene with some alarm, giving a sharp intake of breath and paused for a moment of shocked silence. Then she realised I had not actually impaled my eyes, and relaxed somewhat.
I lay there flat on my face in no inconsiderable amount of pain, with the sound of loud, uncontrollable peals of unceasing laughter echoing in my ears.
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