February 28, 2007

GOD BLESS THE MIDDAY SUN:

To the ends of the earth: An awfully big adventurer: Even at 62, there is no stopping Sir Ranulph Fiennes. His latest challenge is to climb the fearsome north face of the Eiger - despite suffering from vertigo. (Paul Vallely, 28 February 2007, Independent)

There is something splendidly barmy about Sir Ranulph Twistleton-Wykeham Fiennes, the aristocratic British explorer who can, it is said, trace his lineage back to Charlemagne.

He was, after all, expelled from the SAS, where he had specialised in demolition, for blowing up an ugly concrete dam built by a US film company in what is reputedly the prettiest village in England because it had blocked a rather fine trout stream.

And he is the man who regularly doubled back while running the New York marathon so he could finish at the same time as his slower partner. Yet such exploits are only the icing on this particularly English fruitcake.


Posted by Orrin Judd at February 28, 2007 12:02 AM
Comments

"...aristocratic British explorer who can, it is said, trace his lineage back to Charlemagne."

I once gave a public lecture with the title, "Who's Your Daddy? Charlemagne!"

The point of which was that EVERYONE of even minimal european descent can trace his lineage back to Charlemagne, and that only pompous asses believe it to be a mark of distinction.

Posted by: H.D. Miller at February 28, 2007 2:03 PM

It's a strange world. People are the strangest things in it. The English are the strangest people.

Posted by: Bob Hawkins at February 28, 2007 7:22 PM

Yes, and isn't it great that so many of the strangest came here.

Posted by: erp at March 1, 2007 12:51 PM
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