[Will Hunt]

Can't wait to see what climberisms does with this.

[Bonjoy]

Tomoa Narasaki is now a Snickers Hero.
 https://www.instagram.com/p/CcxYcuCvyWt/?igshid=MDJmNzVkMjY=

[sxrxg]

https://www.zara.com/uk/en/tenaya--climbing-shoes-p02978001.html

You can now match your climbing shoes with your fashionable logo sweatshirt and eye colour stick   

[Will Hunt]

I wondered where Fiend was getting his vests.
https://www.zara.com/uk/en/faded-effect-t-shirt-p04770105.html?v1=173717359&v2=2070391

[SA Chris]

that look is so hot right now

[Fiend]

Oi, I'm not quite THAT bland 

P.S. Mostly Decathlon, hth.

[Bradders]

Evidence, if it were needed, that speed climbing sucks.

[Dexter]

Got to give them a few extra jugs because it would look bad if they can't make it up the "speed" route

[Carliios]

Evidence, if it were needed, that speed climbing sucks.

Think they missed out the speed in speed climbing 

[seankenny]

Spotted this gem in a UKC puff piece on climbing in Sicily. There is some bouldering with a B&B nearby:

“Here you will find all sorts of services dedicated to climbers: Driving, crash pad rental, a climbing wall, yoga, pole dancing and a jacuzzi, and the food is really good.”

[jwi]

pole dancing

It is not a sport it is a way of life.

I got curious and checked. Apparently we have 5 pole-dancing studios open to public in Toulouse. Should be compared to 10 climbing walls.

[SA Chris]

Maybe pole sessions are a new way of cross training climbing fitness..

[petejh]

Ever tried pole-dancing? It's absolutely nails. My gf is good at it, used to do comps etc. Got me to try some of the moves once - inverts, basic shoulder mounts and stuff, set-up into flags etc. (no way could I flag) - one of the toughest bodyweight workouts for core, shoulders and legs I've ever tried. Shame it looks so camp or it'd be fantastic strength and mobility cross-training for climbers!

[seankenny]

I’ve no doubt that pole dancing is well hard and takes a lot of strength and skill. Not dissing the activity in the slightest, more that my average climbing trip is with a bunch of 30-60 year old men…

[T_B]

My mate is a physio and used to work in Spinal injuries at the Northern General. Put it this way, it was notable how many pole dancers he treated.

[slab_happy]

Ever tried pole-dancing? It's absolutely nails. My gf is good at it, used to do comps etc. Got me to try some of the moves once - inverts, basic shoulder mounts and stuff, set-up into flags etc. (no way could I flag) - one of the toughest bodyweight workouts for core, shoulders and legs I've ever tried. Shame it looks so camp or it'd be fantastic strength and mobility cross-training for climbers!

I genuinely enjoyed watching these:




A lot of these sorts of videos can be like "haha! these people who are specialized in this sport are bad at this other sport which has diametrically-opposed requirements!"

Whereas with this, there's enough overlap (grip strength, upper body strength, flexibility, etc.) that each group can really engage with the other activity (and try things you'd never normally teach people on their first day, like bat-hangs) then comment interestingly about the differences.

[petejh]

Ha good vids. I'm remembering how bruised my bony shins and ankles were from clamping like my life depended on it. Amazing how regulars seem to be able to stay attached by little more than one nonchalantly hooked leg or elbow while spinning, upside down. Reckon this would be right up Fiend's street for some elbow rehab cross training, cammo leotard scenes...

[Fiend]

Oi!!

[slab_happy]

I watched this whole trailer and got progressively more and more confused about how they think climbing gear works and what they think the rope is for. Amazing.

[Bradders]

Who cares, that looks great! 

[Fiend]

Dear fucking god I was eating my dinner when I somehow chose to click on that. If I'm up half the night with indigestion I'm blaming you slab_happy!

[SA Chris]

Very strange, reminds me, have we had this yet?

[Will Hunt]

The Ledge one looks rad. Reminds me of that Si o' Connor blog.

You bump into Malcolm Smith and Andy Earl at the Ibrox wall. Andy tells you that Malc has finally sent the project they have both been working on. Malc gives you a comprehensive description of the moves, saying it was a bit tricky, and calls Andy 'a weak Geordie git'.

You are messing about on the Dumby boulders, and Dave MacLeod asks if you would mind spotting him for five minutes. After he sends the prob, a sweet 7c+, you ask what he's been up to, and he tells you about an XI, 11 route he has just done in the Northern Corries.


You read a post by Si O'Conor on a web forum. He reports that he has just done Britain's first E17 on a previously unknown crag on the Isle of Skye. The route is 110 metres long with multiple V13 cruxes, and a V16 crux right at the top. Si hadn't planned to solo onsight the first ascent of this new route, but was forced to, as he was being pursued by an elite squad from the Special Boat Service.

The SBS were pursuing him because Si had just been involved in a violent fight with a group of hill shepherds and tractor men in the Isles Bar. Unknown to Si, the shepherds and tractor drivers were actually undercover special services agents. Despite their extensive combat training, and martial arts skills, they were no match for Si who had put them all on the waiting list at the Portree Cottage Hospital A + E department.

The avenging SBS squad pursued Si out of Portree, heading northwards along the A855. He tried to confuse his pursuers by talking very loudly to himself in Swedish, and generally pretending to be from Sweden. Unfortunately this gambit only enraged his pursuers further, and they were gaining on him at every step.

Fortunately for Si, Scott Muir was driving past in his pretendy 4x4 and offered Si a potentially life saving lift. Unluckily for Si, and luckily for Scott, Si refused the lift in a fit of pique and went bounding off across the Bealach Mor. The SBS, sensing their quarry was proving too fast and furious for them, called in air support in the form of a Royal Marines Sea King, a pair of Sea Harriers and a passing Nimrod.

Si knew the odds of him escaping were lengthening now, and had the genius idea of putting his beloved 5.10 Moccasyms on to the back paws of his equally beloved collie, and commanding it to head off across the moor, walking on its hind legs. The SBS pursuit squad followed what they thought were Si’s footprints, and were surprised and dismayed to apprehend a collie wearing rock slippers, a flat cap and smoking a roll up.

Opportunely for the SBS, one of the Sea Harriers had managed to acquire the fleeing and now bare footed Si, using its experimental infra red target acquisition pod. The Nimrod swooped low across the moor, and air dropped a selection of SAS specification trials bikes to his pursuers. The squad tore the parachutes from the motorbikes as they landed, and roared off after Si. The chase was on again!

Uncharacteristically, Si began to panic, as he realised that his only escape route was looming malevolently in front of him. It was a massive black cliff, incredibly overhanging, and unusually for a sizeable rock formation, it had no holds whatsoever.

Although the light was fading now, Si vaguely remembered the cliff, having ridden by it once on the pillion of Birkett's Africa Twin. Sadly, he had been temporarily blinded back then by the light reflecting off Gaskins head as he cycled past on a Raleigh Chopper, and so had no clear recollection of the crag topography.

Any ascent would have to be a first sight onsight solo. Just his style. The approaching cacophony of screaming two stroke engines and intermittent small arms fire brought his attention back into the present. There was nothing else for it; he would have to scale the cliff. He would have to do it barefoot though, having given his Moccasyms to his dog.

He would have to do it drunk as well, because he had consumed the entire case of Talisker that he had won in the air guitar competition that evening in the bar. That was why the fight had broken out with the bogus agricultural workers in the first place, when one of the fake tractor drivers had suggested that Angus Young looked stupid in a primary school uniform.

It got even nastier when an incognito Marine declared Brian Johnson was way better than Bon Scott. Si had stretched a few necks in the bar tonight. He craned his neck upwards and surveyed his route to freedom. It was a real death or glory job this one. It was going to be even harder than the sit down start to Ama Dablam that he had done last week.

He pulled himself, footless, on to the first matchstick slopers, and floated up the positive sharp crimps on a soaring arete. He then took a jolly out left across the main wall steeply to a course of gnarly slopers. Then a bit of balance ballet up the left arete to a mantel. He was getting into his rhythm now, using poor low holds on to an undercut and using dynamics to get onto the poor edges left, and then the large gripless sloping ledge into the centre of the face.

He used every dynamic trick he knew, dancing across tiny undercut slopers, deftly dodging the laser guided bombs from the Sea Harriers and the arcing tracers from the Sea King door gunner. He flashed across a line of toe smears and a small rail of two finger undercuts leading to a scalloped hold and made a huge lunge, locking off this to make a leap for some tiny quartz thimble pockets.

Pausing briefly to rescue a small girl wrapped in a duvet, he used a hard dyno to get into the rail of high undercut edges and set out along these to make an extremely hard drop down move catching the fingertip sidepulls and toe smears simultaneously to trend rightward along these where the holds ran out.

He spanned the void and gained the high shallow mono finger pockets at full stretch then followed the awesome desperate seam right to razor finishing pockets on the areted corner. As he leapt triumphantly on to the top of the cliff, the full moon slid out from behind a bank of cloud and illuminated the route of his unbelievable ascent.

The Sea King swooped towards his lofty perch, and Si, alert as ever, even after twelve bottles of Talisker, leapt cat-like into a convenient crevice. However, as he looked out from his lair, he could see that the door gunner had swapped his belt fed machine gun for a megaphone.

Si heard the words echo out across the coire 'We don't know who you are, but your incredible climbing skills have amazed us all. Sir, on the rock we salute you!' Si looked down into the coire. The SBS squad were saluting and cheering, and as he looked back up at the helicopter hovering in front of him, the Sea Harriers victory rolled around it, the pilots faces beaming with admiration. Even the Nimrod did a fly past, with everyone waving from the windows. At least it looked like they were waving.

Si felt a sudden twinge of disappointment. None of his regular documentary team had seen his greatest climb ever. His usual entourage of itinerant trawlermen, decorated war veterans, and bewildered girlfriends who routinely photographed and videoed his every move on the rock hadn't captured his most amazing ascent for posterity.

Aha! Si had a sudden thought. He shouted to the crewman in the Sea King doorway. 'Did you get any pictures?' The crewman replied through the megaphone. 'We recorded the entire episode in the utmost detail in both ultra high definition still and video photography across the electromagnetic spectrum from infra red to ultraviolet. We will of course archive all this material, but I'm afraid no member of the public will ever be allowed access to it. Official secrets, sir, I'm sure you'll understand. As far as we are concerned now, amazing though your climb was, officially it never happened.'

The Sea King wheeled away into the Hebridean night, the downwash from its rotor blades beating against the impossible steepness of the cliff. Si couldn't believe it. No one would believe him. It was beyond belief. Maybe he could knock something up in Photoshop.

[Bradders]

I made it about an hour into The Ledge and then had to stop. At first it was high on the 'so bad it's good' spectrum, but it didn't take long to just be bad.

[slab_happy]

Who cares, that looks great! 

The annoying thing is that "two people get stranded on top of a very high thing and have to work out how to get down" could be a great premise for a thriller, if it wasn't so clear that the makers have no idea how physics, rope or buildings work.