King Lines

It's saturday night and it's raining. This is a bummer for two reasons. one - its night time and two - its raining. I'M SO PSYCHED!!!!!! I want to go climbing. I want to go to Ceuse and Majorca and Buttermilks and.. I want to hang by my finger tips and say send it and do really cool power screams. This is because... I've just watched King Lines, three times.

It better be dry tomorrow.

Blog War

You may have read Ben's blog where he makes reference to a 'funny hole' in my chest. Said hole is perfectly normal and makes me look like I've got big pecks. Ben is jealous and his comments are not well received thus a blog war has started. Ben is an attention seeking, uncouth know it all, who can't climb for shit unless he's wear his 'sending trousers' which have a hole in the arse. This hole is far more embarrassing and funny then the afore mention hole in my chest which really isn't much of a hole anyway - more of a concave area. Why GBen makes a big deal of it, I don't know, though, frankly, I'm going to suggest he has some deep emotional problems which he can only vent by taking it out on those with a slight tiny difference cos he's so perfect. NOT.

So if you were looking for a nice story about my amazing psyche full day at dumby (where I repeated consolidated and sent my first dumby V9) well... I'm in a bad mood so no nice story. Blame ben for this please.

Oh yeh the spelling on ben's blog is even worse than mine.