In reply to Dru:
> (In reply to Gordon Stainforth)
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> Am i bothered, are use disrespecting me, very much so,
Not at all. All the disrespect came from you. You sent this post out of the blue:
>show a little respect for something you obviously do not have a scoobie about, a point of view to be expected fom the red sock brigade, why not just walk up the back youth.
I then responded it, calling you simply a silly idiot because you obviously had not read my posts.
I happen to love bouldering, and spent quite a large part of my life doing it from c. 1967 to 2001, when I had a bad shoulder injury. Have done very little since then, because, as you surely know, almost every boulder problem under the sun ends with a very powerful mantleshelf move, pushing down with one arm, and my left arm was out of action for that type of move for a long time.
I also happen to be a (not close) friend of Ben Moon, who helped me quite a lot on my first book. This involved a couple of days photographic work in Snowdonia and a week in Scotland. On the Scottish trip in 1989 I also had Paul Pritchard and Johnny Dawes with me. It was a great privilege to be in such company, and we all had a great time. We had a really memorable hurricane, saw a dazzling display of the Northern Lights, they did their new route on Stron, we had some great evenings in the boat hut, and one humungously drunken night in a cottage near Stornaway. I actually went bouldering with them one day, but gave up v v quickly because the technical gap was just so huge! What would happen was they would all make something look quite doable, about V2 or 3 and then you'd try and realise that what had looked like passable holds were quite unusable and that it was probably about V6 or 7. V demoralising! (Well, not really. Actually, very inspiring to see them climbing and it actually dragged your standard up. Just their lightness of touch. For the next few years when I was climbing and felt a bit stressed I would just say to myself 'think Johnny', and would climb better almost immediately.)
All I was poking fun at was 'sit-down' starts. OK? I guess I have too much of a sense of humour. That time I described earlier with Dave Garnett, as far as I can remember I just sank back into the grass, paralysed with laughter because it was just so loony.
>me red socked dinosaur,
Sorry to disappoint you, but I don't have any red socks any more, mainly because they no longer make them (we had them in the old days because, for a long while, that was the only only colour you could get. You probably don't really understand just how limited climbing gear was i.e. one make of rope, one make of karabiner, two types of rock boot, and about four types of hillwalking boots.) I wonder what colour your socks are? I assume you still wear socks occasionally.