Saturday

And what a cool Saturday it was. I wasn’t going to shave and then decided to anyway; a day spent indoor rock climbing with my 21 year old son was planned. The shave went well, the Burrell is a cool razor; I love the bluing on the tang; it’s a great guide for cutting in around the goatee with the heel. The O Melhor is almost gone, I love this cream; I wish it was more natural.

After a cup of coffee (hand ground beans; mocca pot) we drove to the climbing gym listening to The Brian Jonestown Massacre. Aaron wanted angry gym music; like Rage Against The Machine, but angry BJM was all I could offer. We arrived early and, as I was peckish, decided to go to the supermarket nearby for some sustenance. Two bananas and a punnet of strawberries later we were ready. We spent three hours climbing until we couldn’t hold on any longer. I’m hooked. We’re going to a bouldering gym next week.

I’ve always loved the look of climbing; I’ve always had good upper body strength. Of course it’s waning now, but I still had fun. I’ve been looking at climbing shoes and descenders and ropes and stuff. I used to love doing this sort of stuff in the army, and in caves, too. I think I’ve got a new obsession…

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