In reply to Steve Woollard:
This ridiculous saga is like a scene from The Daily Mail and/or the hard left.
Smoking gun indeed.
Why does a reversed name-change matter in the grand schema of life?
There's more important things to worry about and pursue in the world in which we live.
I love that the BMC exists and appreciate what it's officers, staff and volunteers do for the entire, growing and widening climbing community. Without the BMC I couldn't have climbed where I did today.
In terms of my all important biog credentials:
- I went to a Gramer school (and no doubt I misspelt that).
- When I was 14, the dad of my best mate at school told me "The trouble with you intellectuals Cusco is that you've got no ****ing common sense".
- I am not a member of any climbing club - my climbing partners are a somewhat motley crew who frequently roll their eyes in despair as I fail to commit to a move for the umpteenth time before slumping on the gear.
- Today I somehow led a sometimes bold, often tricky and in one place bloody thin E1 in the glorious sun beside an unusually calm sea whilst wearing a blue vest and red trousers. I whimpered and screamed a lot. The highlight of my year thus far.
- I whimper a lot when climbing, particularly if it's damp and/or raining and/or windy and/or when I'm at the wall and/or if I'm climbing.
- I refuse to fall onto bolts indoors or outdoors. They are too scary. But so safe.
- My favourite climbing term is "Take!".
- Grade creep is my saviour.
- I don't have a beard. It still doesn't grow properly even in my advanced years.
- I live to climb. Today was another reason why.