Sunday 28 January 2007
Women of Power
Last night I went to church but all the seats were taken. I decided to 'bunk off' and went round the side of the church where I ascended Ben Nevis by the path. At the top I sat with my legs dangling over the North Face and spotted the female minister and my mother descending a scary system of ledges. I was mortified that they had apparently already made a difficult ascent and were now going down a route that petrified me. I felt unable to follow. The humiliation was compounded by the fact that they had done a severe route and were heading back in time for the church service.
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Back to some well worn themes here, I'm afraid, all associated with late adolescense.
A young man on the edge; mature women possibly in tweeds, who knows where it could lead? Be afraid, be very afraid!
...i wouldn't go down that route if I was you.
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