Woodbine on a fence

I used to have a virginia creeper and never knew it was also called woodbine (which was also the name of a cheap and nasty cigarette in the UK - I haven't seen a packet since I was a child - which, also from memory, was unfiltered, smelt foul and was standard Services ('Forces' to you Stateside lot) issue in WWII.
My virginia creeper was mature, enormous and of course colourul in the autumn. It also hid a multitude of defects in my balcony wooden railing. So much so that soon after I moved in, I was leaning on part of the balcony rail when it collapsed (the wood was completely rotten) and I tumbled into next door's garden below. Thankfully my terrace was only on the first floor ('second storey' to you Stateside lot!).
The virginia creeper had to go, my bruised body and ego massaged (there had been witnesses!) and the woodwork replaced. All unwanted extra expense after I had spent ALL my money on the deposit ('downpaymen't to you Stateside lot!) for the flat in the first place!
Now, 34 years later, all I chiefly rememebr is the fall!