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If you don't want this for a time, please comment it-Fabian !Next Ice Climb
Manchester Indoor Ice Wall
Friday 1st December at 8:30am
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Nottingham Indoor Wall Monday 16th October 4pm
So, it all started with an idea from......some men in a carpark
but to turn their bold plan into reality, they scoured the land to recruit the best mountaineering brains the nation could offer
and returned with.......
a girl clutching a cuddly toy
a man propping up a rock
our Gordon-knitter and logo designer,
our scribe and pineapple-grading benchmark, first winner of the green ballcock for services to the cause of excessive sensibleness, and former school expellee Steve Bashford, who had actually climbed proper mountains, (if anyone's got a photo of him, please mail it to me!)
Now all we needed was some members, which was the tough bit,
but it wasn't long before the following characters swelled our numbers.
Mad Martin From Manchester
-Chris and Simon were visiting Chris's sister Rachel at Manchester Uni (still wearing britches and smelling after a night bivvying among the Woolpacks). First stop was for lunch in the dining hall of Rachel's all-girl hall of residence run by nuns. They commented politely on our hairy, peaty legs. Rachel thought she had better find more suitable company for us and introduced us to Mad, who, like the Ugly Duckling, suddenly identified fellow members of his true species, and we were soon playing iceaxe baseball.
Well, OK, Lucy-Coral slightly predates the club, but, being Simon's great great great grandmother she's definitely implicated, and anyway we're a bit short of girls, aren't we!
Now here's a real 20th Century kind of girl, Rachel that is, not Mad modeling Scottish ethnic garb (actually it offers excellent freedom of movement and ventilation on the hill, I've tried it; can't think why girls insist on trousers). Also, note Chris without beard, but still in his 'well-ard Ramsoc' T-shirt
Andy Relf and the Lurve Rock. Ramsoc's VP (aka Randy Elf) was never lost for a word or four except when infamously arriving at the top of the In Pinn, gasping an incomprehensible torrent of something like 'uhf ffu aahp pfup ufk uck....'
and just in case you're thinking what a bunch of wierdos we were, just take a look at what came next-
by no means the greatest of MPS fashion disasters
Future MPS President Martin Bamford, and Becks, the first MPS 'First Lady' as President Chris's girlfriend.
and if you were wondering when we all got round to growing up, then here's a few Updates
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