We took Cyril the Berlingo on holiday to Spain, after all he’s earned it! First stop, Margalef…
Where do all the odd socks go?
The answer to all your sock-related questions. Or at least some of your sock-related questions.
Things I could do instead of being on the M1.
Apparently, we spend 10 hours per week on average commuting in the UK. Here’s what we could have achieve if we all just moved closer to work. (It’s that simple!)
You should just get rollerblades.
Learning to rollerblade is harder when drunk, so let’s all just try to be okay with being bad at stuff.
It’s okay to stay in sometimes.
Sometimes the pressure to go out and enjoy being epic gets all too much, but it’s okay to enjoy not being epic too.
Poem!
There are so many poems about swimming outside, it sounds wonderful. I haven’t been swimming outside recently, so here’s a poem about swimming inside.
Everything’s been done so don’t bother doing anything.
“You are not special. You’re not a beautiful and unique snowflake. You’re the same decaying organic matter as everything else.” (Fight Club)
Slate, Sunburn and Snacks
Good weather, good friends, and good stuff (what climbing holidays are about)
Similarities observed between climbing and life.
Thoughts from the sofa
Cragweek
Cragging every day and full-time work can’t be that incompatible, can they?
