A group of us spent the bank holiday in Betws-y-Coed, Snowdonia preparing for a planned trek to Kilimanjaro in July. My mental training began early when I was subjected to a seven-hour gay-anthem / disco-odyssey on the way up from London.
There was a momentary respite from The Village People in Abergaveny where we stopped for lunch - a strange town that boasts a fancy dress shop, but no open restaurants (the former allowing us to replace ‘The Sombrero of Shame’ - an essential for any bloke weekend).
Arriving in the evening we immediately started loading up on sugar (beer) and protein (cheese-burgers) to see us through the gruelling assault.
The next morning one of the guys announced that he’d recently fallen off a horse while playing polo (!) and was unable to climb the mountain - Instead he would catch a train to the summit. He was quickly overcome in a torrent of abuse (’God is punishing you for attempting to escape from the middle class’ and‘Throw another poor person on the fire Sebastian‘) etc.
A dodgy breakfast resulted in a condition branded ‘The eponymous double-flush’ (a gesture that implies you are trying to banish something truly monstrous).
…And so - deafened by Donna Summer, limping, hung-over and violently ill, we began our ascent…
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