I lived near the bottom of it for a wee while. Most memorable for a moonlit midnight ascent with a few pints inside us, and a surprisingly scary solo mini epic on the east face in soft snow (older and wiser now)
"Got tight last night on absinthe and did knife tricks. Great success shooting the knife into the piano. The woodworms are so bad and eat hell out of all furniture that you can always claim the woodworms did it."