In reply to Andy Hemsted:
I remember a whole host of Harry Smith tales, mainly from Ken Hipkiss, a friend from the Ceunant club who often climbed with Harry.
Perhaps my favourite of these was when Ken and Harry abseiled down Wen Slab - I'm not sure which route they were aiming at doing maybe Concrete Chimney or something like that. Ken went down first and realised when he got to the lip of some enormous overhangs that they had set the abseil too far to the left (looking in) and he was somewhere above T-Rex, so he tensioned rightwards and then down the slab till he could set up a belay, then told Harry to come on down. Harry appeared, abseiling classic style and wearing his normal footwear, a pair of rigid Terray Saussois leather boots, and, noticing Ken way off to the right he too started tensioning across and down... and suddenly lost his footing and swung back left, only to disappear under the rooves and out of communication. Which left Ken in a bit of a quandary - try to pull Harry back rightwards and round onto the slab, but with his classic abseil set-up the risk of pulling the rope completely off Harry was too great - or do nothing and leave him to his fate and the waves below... As Ken was staring at the point the rope disappeared over the edge, first one hand appeared, gripping the rope, then another, followed by a frenzied bellow in Harry's high pitched Brummie accent... "Pull like fu*k..."