Thread: Boots

Originally Posted by edhewitt

Why do I think of mulling as an activity for winter evenings?

Traditionally, it's an activity done in the evenings. One warms and spices their beverage, and then retires fireside to imbibe.

There's a place here in the city that sells mulled wine. It's an 80s themed bar, and they have Galaga and Atari memorabilia. You should come over, we could mull something over.

Originally Posted by edhewitt

No Carl was very specific bouldering is a few technical moves, either vertically or while traversing. Rock climbing is well climbing rocks, but apparently there is a difference.

'Technical' moves for Carl would be like normal moves for the rest of us. It's so easy to bait him, isn't it?

Something else that sounds good about bouldering is that you get to hang on to sets of big jugs, Carl told me about that.
He might scuff his shoes thouugh, emergency polish strips attached to the back of the calf?

Originally Posted by Frankenstein

'Technical' moves for Carl would be like normal moves for the rest of us. It's so easy to bait him, isn't it?

Was worried my laughing would wake my neighbour.

Originally Posted by Frankenstein

Traditionally, it's an activity done in the evenings. One warms and spices their beverage, and then retires fireside to imbibe.

Don't you use a hot poker to warm the mulled wine?
Maybe that is why I think of winter as mull time. Though I tend to find the longer nights give time for reflection.

Something else that sounds good about bouldering is that you get to hang on to sets of big jugs, Carl told me about that.
He might scuff his shoes thouugh, emergency polish strips attached to the back of the calf?

Originally Posted by Frankenstein

'Technical' moves for Carl would be like normal moves for the rest of us. It's so easy to bait him, isn't it?

I can't do it, i feel too mean, though I do have visions of him in some sort of lycra cycling short leotard concoction with a little bag of chalk dust and one of those polystyrene helmets on.

Originally Posted by edhewitt

I can't do it, i feel too mean, though I do have visions of him in some sort of lycra cycling short leotard concoction with a little bag of chalk dust and one of those polystyrene helmets on.

Hanging on for dear life, at about 2 metres above ground.

Originally Posted by Frankenstein

Hanging on for dear life, at about 2 metres above ground.

Nearly spasmed out if bed that time.