What do rock-stars do when they grow up?

This seemingly....



Legend

(I sincerely hope not too many people have to ask who this is! :-P)

Anyone fancy a trip to Owey?

I think I may be bearing unfortunate witness to the most unproductive late-night study session ever conducted. 5 girls just sitting there, talking incessantly about the amount of work they're not doing. Heres an extract:

Idiotic airhead 1: omigodomigodomigod, my tea tastes like chocolate!
Idiotic airhead 2: did you bang your head? You might be hallucinating....

Half an hour later....

Idiotic airhead 1: I think this is hot chocolate, but its cold now.

And i think they're medical science students. I really fucking despair sometimes.

Ok, what the fuck? Rich Simpson now appears to be getting into speed alpinism..........say what? Exactly.

Obviously couldn't sit on this one til next April. My suspicion is he's going to go for all the 8's (8a boulder and route, E8, Scottish VIII, and an 8000'er). Hopefully he does well and doesn't kill himself doing something stupid. But i reiterate....WTF

Why oh why couldn't the Frankenjura be in Ireland. Then I wouldn't even need my ring finger! Treacherous little bastard, waiting to pop at a moments notice (many sympahties Eamon). Mine isn't too bad, I'm just petrified to pull on it lest something go *twang* and recoil into my forearm. Did some easy traversing at the Ozone on monday and even that pushed slightly into the danger zone.

Anyway. Saying the weekend was a washout would be the understatement of the decade. Though it wasn't too bad around wexford on friday. Couldn't head out as I was shattered from travelling down from Coleraine. Proceeded to spend the weekend doing things I might possibly live to regret and trying to do some work. Popped into the ozone on monday for what will probably be my only time climbing until the semester is over. Being sick for a couple of weeks really didn't help matters and I have a fairly hefty workload to catch up on :-(. Waaa waaaa waaaa

Sounds like the dingle IBL was a hoot. 5 perfect scores and a superfinal no less! Fair play to Matt, Harry, Jerome, Richie and Damien O'Sullivan. Jerome's doing well for himself having only landed here a couple of months ago and with a new born to look after. Bon effort! :-P

A spot of beastmaking then bed I think. Lots of work awaits on the morrow.

Laters y'all

Arms ache, shoulders ache, fingers ache, core aches, legs ache. Why? Because I'm BACK IN THE GAME! Boo Yah!

This looks interesting