‘Climb Every Mountain’ had a raw appeal. Julie Andrews’ vocals drew you into the song and made you feel as if you were on a journey of some sort that involved tearing yourself apart. The second line, “Search High and Low” only served to reiterate the point that you were being asked to make a decision to forge a path in life which involved getting out of your comfort zone.
So it was not to be with the young people who climbed a mountain last week in Asia and went straight into their normal routine of behaving as if they were at a nightclub in Ayia Napa. The clothes came off, cameras out and then a finale which involved waterworks. For an oldie like me there was only disappointment. The association with the mountain of a childhood memory of ‘Sound of Music’ was thrashed.
While I attempted to play ‘Climb Every Mountain’ in my head as a way of cleansing the whole dreadful fiasco people kept asking me for my opinion. Every so often a question would pierce my thoughts, ‘What do you think about ….mountain…?. I was suddenly cast in the role of Asian cultural expert. This operates in the same way as when English people go to great lengths to tell me about their Asian friend and provide me with a description of the person plus their name and then look at me expectedly, hoping that I know this friend. This is as funny as me asking an English person whether they know Matthew who studied law with me, has red hair, comes from Lincoln and whom I lost touch with. (Seriously, does anyone know where he is?)
As for the mountain, Dan Jones in an op-ed in the Evening Standard, 12 June, wrote that: “Local politicians are blaming this disrespectful act for causing an earthquake…I suppose they may consider themselves lucky that they were not visited by the girl who last summer gave 24 men blow jobs in a Magaluf bar…The mountain would probably have exploded”. I was finally able to laugh after reading this.