During his wedding speech, my best man wanted to prove that I was a lakeland geek. He produced a set of Wainwright books (MY set which he'd aquiried from my house), made a joke about the pages 'probably being stuck together' and then proceded to test me on the heights in feet of random Lakeland fells. In front of all the people i'd come to know and love throughout my life. I got them all right. I didn;lt know i knew the height of Great Mell Fell until that moment. (1760 feet if you're interested). THe wife, all my friends and even ex-girlfriends were all familiar with this trait - someone could have told me...

My lakeland geekness extends far beyond summit heights but it was enough to make me look like a twat.

The git.