*spits dismissively* My brother and I climbed a crane in Newcastle in the 70s. We pissed off the end of the jib - it must have taken 10 seconds before we heard the "rain" falling on plastic sheeting below.
We'd been for our one and only ever clubbing experience in the toon and were walking home in the early hours. I had a bit of trouble explaining the greasy black cable mark right across the shoulders of my jacket to my Mum the next day.
Have a look at these guys:
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