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The Rise and Fall of the Fireman’s Pole

Imagine this: it's 3:30 in the morning, and you're deep in some pillowy dreamscape. All is calm; all is serene. Then, a piercing alarm whiplashes your senses: you're awake now, scrambling in the darkness with ten equally frazzled men. In a flurry, boots are pulled on, helmets are snatched off shelves, and you're flying down a six-metre-long pole with the rapidity and dexterity of a howler monkey. Read More >>