|One of mumc's strengths was the layering of generations passing through the club. Graduates often hung around a few years as their peers did likewise and it was a productive blend of old and new. Things got creepy when some folk seem to hang around for ever but who knows what floats their boat.
There were always a few injuries and close calls along the way, but this is not limited to the clubs. I see dodgy things done every day at the crags and the outdoors generally. But uni clubs like mumc will always be fodder for reptile journalism while the education system in this country remains one of the key drivers of inequity in our society.
Perhaps during mumc's navel gazing they consider returning to their roots and re-embracing values of adventure, exploration and independent nature-based recreation, and less focus on the technical sports from day one. Being able to head out for a four day walk somewhere remote, rugged and poorly mapped, with nothing more than a backpack and a few good friends, and learning to plan, look after yourself, manage the group dynamics, deal with the unexpected, and come back with awesome photos of wilderness and good vibes is a life skill that prepares you well for playing the games of climbing big cold mountains or long remote climbs.