Years ago I went through a brief phase of urgently needing to 'release the hounds' when out rock-climbing. Must've been a nervous thing. Normally I could sense the problem building and make the necessary arrangements, on a couple of occasions having to lower off the route and leg it into the woods.
However, one time myself and the missus were climbing a bolted route in France when the 'appel d'urgence' arrived. There was no question of retreat, so rather than despoil all the crucial handholds on the route, I swung off leftwards on the rope into a vegetated gully, undid my leg loops and delivered the coup de grace out of sight.
Or so I thought. Although my long-suffering wife was spared that view, by moving left I was left in full sight of a minibus-full of French schoolkids who had just arrived in the car park for their afternoon climbing lesson.
Not great for entente cordiale...
Laughing my ass off at the phrase "penguin sprint" and the imagined looks of bewilderment following the previous post ^^^. Good work, folks! 🙂
I spent a week off after a working holiday DJing in greece, I came back and recovered from dodgy stomach, to be asked to DJ at an outdoor rave.
I was still suffering a little but thought I was through the worst of it having managed to pass solids for a day and not have to speak to what had become my very good friends hughie and rolf for a few days.
Half way through my set i got a gurgling sensation you all know the one, I precariously passed wind, but it just got worse. I soon retreated to the safety of tic infested ferns and let rip, I sacrificed a sock and headed back, as i stood up from my squat I noticed a couple staring at me just 5 meters away looking horrified. Needless to say i retreated back to the dj booth put on my head phones and ignored anyone till i could head home.
Excellent stuff, I have numerous running related poo stories but none that can compete in the humour stakes like those^^^^^^^
I sacrificed a sock and headed back, as i stood up from my squat I noticed a couple staring at me just 5 meters away looking horrified.
Dude, if you could do it into a sock, that wasn't horror - that was awe.
Pondo I assure you the sock was used as aftermath clear up
