When I was King o'de Universe at Honington, back in the '70s when the Buccs were there, my name was being mentioned as the next O/i/c the Rugger Club, but being well into my thirties I was getting past it on the beer drinking front, and I thought the thugs and pi$$'eads (bless 'em) deserved a better leader. So I 'invented' a new club to be Oic.
I 'suggested' to Harry Staish that I start an Assault Course Club, as we had three such torture places just a few miles north in the Thetford MTA. I invited the Yanks from Lakenheath and Mildenhall to join in.
Every wednesday we would take a three tonner and cars and rovers with upwards of twenty or thirty able bodies and go run the courses. One was the 'Up in the Trees' frightener. I was great fun and really testing. Apart from the physical strain of holding, climbing, balancing etc, with fingers, arms, legs and feet turning slowly into jelly, the tests of courage involved were a great challenge to everyone. But we had NO accidents, We had NO failures to eventually complete the course (OK, some people needed several goes to get all the way).
There must still be a few mad barstewars around that 'Elf 'n' Safety miss.