| Marty takes advantage of Alan's failed corneal laser surgery
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| Colmcille Climbers Club - no girls required
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| Mano a Mano, 2 Colmcillers gaily celebrate a successful climb.
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| Is that a spring loaded camming device in your pocket or are you just pleased to see me?
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| If you think their faces are wrinkly you should see the rest of them.
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| Derry Siamese twins complete SRS Slabs solo. Happy days.
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| Even though Santa had shaved his beard, ditched his glasses and wore a hip beanie hat, all to look 'cool', his elves still loved him.
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| Combined age 187 and still climbing
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| I wish I could quit you!
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| We oughta go south where it's warm, you know, we oughta go to Mexico!
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| Marty and Alan have trouble coming unstuck after a hard day's climb.
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| Oh Mummy!
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| Alan and Marty take the Christmas message "Love your fellow man" a little too literally...
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| Benighted on SRS Slabs Marty and Alan huddle together to share body heat.
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| Protection not great, but still managed good friend placement
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| You place your left hand on the small of my back... Marty teaches Alan the tango to while away the hours waiting for Donegal Mountain Rescue after the two accidentally step into the same harness.
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| How many Colmcille Climbers can dance on the head on a pin?
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| Get your Goretex. You've pulled!
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| And out of the fissure stepped the mythical two-headed laughing beast
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| walk with...I thought it was hug with Marty, there's no hugging? NO!
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| Yer ma besht pal! The mulled wine goes to Alan's head.
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| Has anyone got a crowbar in their rack?
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| Crinkly Climbers Crazy In Love
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| The first (and still the smallest) Colmcille Climbers Club Clique
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| Who are you? and what have you done with my dad?
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| With the current scarcity of short-sighted, wrinkly women of sufficiently limited intelligence, Alan and Marty take love where they find it...
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| Doctor, Doctor, I woke up this morning and there was this growth on me chest.
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| Rod Hull (left) and Emu
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| What a masterful hand-jamming technique you have!
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| Take your teeth out and kiss me again!
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| Hold me up I think my truss has gone!
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| OK, Mr Tees, Mr McGuigan. How did we manage to get out this time?
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| Marty and Alan strenuously deny using superglue to aid-climb.
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| Laurel and Hardy get into another fine mess.
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| And then their eyes met, and they knew nothing could ever be the same.
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| Alan quickly realises that wearing his "Old Spice" was a grievous error.
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| Margaret and Mary swept off Ben Nevis in mysterious avalanche.
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| After their successful ascent of the Mittelegi Alan announced he had found the tea bags again.
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| Marty is speaking to Alan again (until the next banana skin......)
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| Alan prepares to put "New Improved Listerine" through its most stringent test.
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| "This is the Heimlich manoeuvre Marty."
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| Marty demonstrates a knot he learnt from his latest manual.
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| This is why gentlemen don't use the missionary position.
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| We may be old farts, but we don't mind the smell!
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| Marty saves the last dance for Alan.
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| Alan and Marty demonstrate Australian foreplay: "brace yerself Sheila!"
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