I was riding my Madrid 'Mike Sola' street deck around Manchester with Indies and Santa Cruz wheels with a curly mullet, learned to surf on holiday, played the bass in a sh*t metal/punk band, was listening to Kill 'em All, Live Undead, Out of Step, PE's Yo Bumrush The Show, with my mates and Joni Mitchell with my first long-term girlfriend.
I didn't climb at all apart from the odd bimble around Tryfan with my Dad.