UNCLE B*STARD'S PROBLEM PAGE
All your personal, mountaineering and climbing problems answered by the KMC Newsletter's very own caring and sensitive correspondent. All names, of potentially fictitious individuals - who may not even be members of the club, have been changed to protect the guilty.
Uncle B & Auntie B have been away on their summer hols. So only time to deal with one email this newsletter.
Dear Uncle B.
At a recent KMC meet in a far, far extremity of the British mainland, an alien ship landed in the campsite. There followed a request "Take Me To Your Leader". I had to admit that I was unaware of his whereabouts. What am I to do?
Yours, Closely Encountered of Chorlton.
Dear Closely Encountered of Chorlton.
Was the alien ship a little like a large white Vauxhall people carrier? Is Torridon a far, far extremity of the British mainland? If so, you obviously had a serious problem and you'd certainly never find your leader. Nothing I can add to that. Ordinarily, of course, your leader is at the other end of your rope - self evident really?
Yours ever helpfully, Uncle B*stard.
Well, that's all for this time. And don't forget, either email me some serious scandal or I'm not going to let the truth get in the way of a good (or bad) article.
