Post by Taylor on Feb 20, 2006 23:35:23 GMT -5
A cut and paste from the daily column of a Sports writer:
SUBTERRANEAN BANTER BLUES
THOSE OF YOU WHO HANG UPON these columns as once people did to Flash Gordon serials will doubtless be keen to know how my newly declared career as a caver is going. Well, to be succinct, it’s not.
Frankly, I had no idea caving would be quite so complicated. I imagined, once vetted and allotted a spot on the squad, that we would all meet around some secluded depression in the local woods and light up the torches and descend into the Earth. I realise that any talk in the last column about underground oceans, log rafts and discovering races of Amazon women in fur bikinis that worshipped all men as Gods was pushing the imagery a bit — at least in the Lewisham area — but I hadn’t foreseen all the red tape involved in caving today. For example, did you know there was a toe-curling Caver’s Slang Lexicon that must be learnt by heart? Well there is.
God, I hate sports that employ banter. Cavers seem to have a whacky vocal alternative for every eventuality. Brace yourself for some of these — they’re pretty ripe I warn you. Take the caver’s helmet. Surely one of the most mundane pieces of all caving equipment. Well this is referred to as “the brain bucket”. At the other end of the scale, in that I have no idea what either description means, there is the Carbide Pig : “A length of knotted car inner-tube used for carrying carbide in descent. Also known as piglets if made from bicycle inner-tube — often pink.”
Then there’s Chair Sucker. “Chair Sucker” (rope sucker, stove sucker, etc.) — one who uses someone else’s gear while the other person is preoccupied with something else. “I got up to get something to eat and someone sucked my chair!” Cratering: Too fast a rappel ending with too quick a stop. “Put a knot in the end of the rope or ya’ might crater!” I mean, what? And yes I looked down the list to see if “rappel” might be explained, but nothing doing.
All those exclamation marks too. Guaranteed, any gathering of men who talk in sentences that require exclamation marks is a gathering of men who need pushing off a cliff. Here’s a few more terms you need to master before any subterranean sauntering.
Doing a Neil: Local South Wales Caving Club term, for a keen caver trying his best to overtake people to get to the front of a party.
Sporting: Implies a positive image of a challenging, muddy cave. “It’s a sporting cave!”
Nerd Gate: A natural, but overcomeable barrier in a passage that prevents wimps from going any farther into a cave. “Don’t panic — it’s just a nerd-gate!” Had enough? I thought so. Dear me, what a terrible disappointment. I had no inkling that cavers were such dreadful bantering bores. Call me naive — or a “cardboard” to use their word — but once my party got submerged, I had simply imagined a spooky ethereal silence tinged with awe, only occasionally punctuated by the sound of a few drips. Oh hang on . . .
www.timesonline.co.uk/article/0,,23530-2048559,00.html
SUBTERRANEAN BANTER BLUES
THOSE OF YOU WHO HANG UPON these columns as once people did to Flash Gordon serials will doubtless be keen to know how my newly declared career as a caver is going. Well, to be succinct, it’s not.
Frankly, I had no idea caving would be quite so complicated. I imagined, once vetted and allotted a spot on the squad, that we would all meet around some secluded depression in the local woods and light up the torches and descend into the Earth. I realise that any talk in the last column about underground oceans, log rafts and discovering races of Amazon women in fur bikinis that worshipped all men as Gods was pushing the imagery a bit — at least in the Lewisham area — but I hadn’t foreseen all the red tape involved in caving today. For example, did you know there was a toe-curling Caver’s Slang Lexicon that must be learnt by heart? Well there is.
God, I hate sports that employ banter. Cavers seem to have a whacky vocal alternative for every eventuality. Brace yourself for some of these — they’re pretty ripe I warn you. Take the caver’s helmet. Surely one of the most mundane pieces of all caving equipment. Well this is referred to as “the brain bucket”. At the other end of the scale, in that I have no idea what either description means, there is the Carbide Pig : “A length of knotted car inner-tube used for carrying carbide in descent. Also known as piglets if made from bicycle inner-tube — often pink.”
Then there’s Chair Sucker. “Chair Sucker” (rope sucker, stove sucker, etc.) — one who uses someone else’s gear while the other person is preoccupied with something else. “I got up to get something to eat and someone sucked my chair!” Cratering: Too fast a rappel ending with too quick a stop. “Put a knot in the end of the rope or ya’ might crater!” I mean, what? And yes I looked down the list to see if “rappel” might be explained, but nothing doing.
All those exclamation marks too. Guaranteed, any gathering of men who talk in sentences that require exclamation marks is a gathering of men who need pushing off a cliff. Here’s a few more terms you need to master before any subterranean sauntering.
Doing a Neil: Local South Wales Caving Club term, for a keen caver trying his best to overtake people to get to the front of a party.
Sporting: Implies a positive image of a challenging, muddy cave. “It’s a sporting cave!”
Nerd Gate: A natural, but overcomeable barrier in a passage that prevents wimps from going any farther into a cave. “Don’t panic — it’s just a nerd-gate!” Had enough? I thought so. Dear me, what a terrible disappointment. I had no inkling that cavers were such dreadful bantering bores. Call me naive — or a “cardboard” to use their word — but once my party got submerged, I had simply imagined a spooky ethereal silence tinged with awe, only occasionally punctuated by the sound of a few drips. Oh hang on . . .
www.timesonline.co.uk/article/0,,23530-2048559,00.html