In reply to Jack Geldard - Editor - UKC:
Read the first paragraph and then got a restless I'm afraid to say.
However I see the point.
The day is Wednesday the 17th December 2008. A talented and up and coming young rock climber, adored by ladies the world over and just about to sign his first book deal for the title "I am Jerry Moffatt" is climbing Stiff Cheese at Froggatt. He goes up and places his first piece of gear, clips it and plays on the moves above. Comes down for a rest before going higher and placing a "bomber" BD Stopper from his microwire set.
One more rest on the ground and he's ready for the crux.
Pissing the first moves as he's accustomed too and cruising what looked like the crux Will arrives a little tired at what IS the crux. "That wire's bomber as it can be, lets go for it and if I should fall then it won't matter" thinks Will before he attempts t dyno past the difficulties.
It doesn't work. Gear rips (first time for everything). Mr Right Femur meet Mr Very-F*cking-Hard-Rock. They don't get along.
Beware the sureness of your gear! I still can't figure out why it ripped.
Crutches is getting easier though.