At what point does it become tolarable?
For me i think its about effort, if a string quartet rocked up in full collar and tie sat down on their fold out wooden chairs and started playing i would not only approve but stop and listen.
Slightly 'off topic' but I'm reminded of a rainy day at Malham with Jacob Cook. It was during a period when he was living in Headingley (with his Maths PhD seeming to take a backseat), and I was his willing belayer and taxi service (lots of days off and happyish to drive him to/from the crag). We went to Malham on a day of torrential rain; there was a festival in the village that appeared very soggy, but the crag and walk-in were deserted other than us two. I worked Chiselling the Dragon (nasty 7c, I think my first of the grade) and I later set off on red-point in what I thought was a deserted bowl, a sheet of rain pouring behind me from the top of the crag. Then suddenly there was this throbbing sound of bongo drums and other instruments. I looked behind to see the rain had stopped, and there was a group of musicians around the pool at the foot of the crag. They kept playing, with the rhythm becoming more rapid and intense, and hit a crescendo almost simultaneously with when I clipped the chains. It might sound a bit "and everyone on the bus clapped" but that's my recollection, and it's one of the oddest feeling experiences of my climbing life.
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