So as I write the plane bounces around, fasten seat belt light still on, the camp air steward bends in front of me revealing a Beckham'esk tight panty line. Do me a favour! He returns upright with a smile, a cold Heineken in hand.
You are forgiven Pedro. Pedro I think to myself, on a Ryan Air plane. Shouldn't you be called Mick or Shamus or something and why is Ryan Air blue and not green? And why are there no leprechauns on this flight. Weird. I double check my boarding pass to make sure I'm not on my way to Kazekstan to become goat fodder. All it well, Oslo Torp, destination confirmed.
So what am I doing here, apart from sitting next to a very pretty and buxom Norwegian lady wearing a V cut jumper and thigh length brown leather boots, probably reindeer skin. Well, i'm on my travels with the lads: Will from Wales, Mick and Paul from Essex, top geezers and Lord Cocks of Cocksville which is a made up name and title and he's from somewhere near Exeter! We're meeting Rob and Baggy, apparently a winter climbing legend at the airport for a three hour drive to Rjukan, the unofficial ice climbing capital of Europe. 5 days of climbing the famous heavy water of this part of the world. The place where Hitler took over the hydro production plant in an attempt to use the heavy water to make an Atom bomb to blow England off the face of the earth! The place were a crack team of British and Norwegian special forces sabotaged his plans and blew up the distillery making the Heavy water. The birth place of the WW2 "Hero's of Telemark". I bow down to you sirs, if it wasn't for these brave and committed true hero's I would not be here in my current state. I would be a deformed sperm glowing green in a shrivelled scroat sack next to the other three and a half scroat sacks of my two headed radio active parent.
Ice climbing, that's what I'm doing here. Five days of climbing the frozen waterfalls of the upper and lower gorge of Rjukan. Never done it before so exciting times ahead pushing my upper body and calves to their limits of self destruction. Had to put the guide book down, reading the safety page which states at least 1500 people have died in avalanche and collapsed ice pillars in Norway. WTF did they have to say that for? I know it's dangerous, that's why I'm doing this shit, but hopefully you are reading this as a living blog and not an obituary, crying with sorrow at the loss of such an epic and illiterate writer of life experience and general bollocks. If you are reading this as the latter...have no fear, I have already lived a life....Mum, Pen. Ben, Kirsty and all my family I love you but don't be upset, it was bound to happen sooner or later xxx Friends, look after my family or I will come back as a haunted spectre of billy goats gruff and rape your pets!
I've not blogged for a while. Not really been up to much exciting really. Just normal ordinary day to day mundane crap. Full on snowy ascent of Blenkethra, run up Snowdon, scrambled Tryfan, Carneddau disaster x 2, run the Grim, the Grim night terror, Hell runner, Tough Guy smashed the Yorkshire three peaks, passed gradings in both jKD Jun Fan and Phillipino Kali and generally been travelling the UK in the sexiest thing on four wheels, my best ever spontaneous purchase, the delectable and damn right horny Chill Mobile.
It is one beast of a camper...drive where you want, when you want, stop, sleep and shit where you want. I love it ta bits! It is almost like an extension to my family. First night I slept in it alone in a remote car park in North Yorkshire, blinds down, scallops sizzling in the pan, Radiohead on the I-pod dock, I though this is just heaven. How more relaxed can you get. Not just horizontal but horizontal and floating.
Anyway, about to land soon so a little antidote to conclude this blog of what sometimes goes on in the warped and not quite normal head of mine. So I'm in the car park right, in a local village, it's dark, it's very remote, not a sole around, middle of winter, I'm happy. I hear a noise outside, sounds like a car, 11.05pm. Mmmm, why would you park up? Kids pulling over to skin up maybe, perhaps car jackers gonna try and smash their way in... or is it doggers. I've heard about dogging, a couple pull up in their cars, turn the vanity lights on and join their sexual parts together in a form of exercise and mutual exchange of shuddering body fluids. Whilst this is going on men, generally old perverts jump out of bushes and wank all over the windscreen. Or so I'm lead to believe.
So this image haunts me, I can hear someone outside. What to do, get my dick out and go and have a watch, turn the I-pod up and pretend it's not happening, grab a knife....! I ponder, ok let's take a look, cock firmly still placed well and truly in my knickers. I turn the interior lights off and open the blinds....I was half expecting to see an old bloke in a mack holding a pathetically shrivelled penis in his hand and a 1970's camcorder in the other...or, even worse, a 50 something MILF with big hair and red lipstick smeared all over her face staring through the window with a hand full of KY jelly and a 12" black dildo strapped to her head!
I won't tell you what I actually saw when I pulled that blind up! I'll leave you to ponder and wander through your own imagination!
Must go now...gay lord Pedro is telling me off......
Laters...bring on the Ice! Ice! Baby!
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