25 April 2013

Bob's Otley Bastard Wall


Caley late in the grit season, no bracken yet but its coming. James arrives, in the playground we play. Chicken Heads are bitten off directly. On New Jerusalem the sloper is hung, the gaston fondled but no further. King Louis and Dave arrive bringing the newly acquired secret of man's red fire with them.

Otley wall on the last burn of the evening King Louis finds a foothold and he's soon topping out. The rest of us are shrugged off due to short necks and poor technique. A brute of a roof provides some sport and Louis and James have the grunt for a low start.

Finally King Louis flashes Bob's Bastard using some weird sideways guerilla move. Off he burns into the gathering dark.

All together now.

Now I'm the king of the swingers
Oh, the jungle VIP
I've reached the top and had to stop
And that's what botherin' me
I wanna be a man, mancub
And stroll right into town
And be just like the other men
I'm tired of monkeyin' around!

Oh, oobee doo
I wanna be like you
I wanna walk like you
Talk like you, too
You'll see it's true
An ape like me
Can learn to be humen too
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