Well after getting mildly drunk, it was time for the challenge.
I was unable - due to piss poor upper-arm strength - to pull myself up to the first layer of horizontal poles so the Brat gave me a leg-up and I'm sitting here proudly with my roof-tile momento. (I won't be keeping it, it has to go back, later today.)
Then it was more drinking, and a game of poker, of which i'm shite.
Now I'm contemplating the mildest of headaches and trying to learn all about the fishies for tomorrow.
So far my knowledge extends to the latin name "Brachidanio rania" and the fact that they eat their babies.
Hmmm.
Don't think that's gonna help me get a job really.