Now, all that drinking and dancing malarky in the last post (see here) is actually peripheral to the main event of a skiing holiday. Which, of course, is to get the adrenalin going by carving down the slopes as fast as possible whilst looking as elegant as possible.
I have to admit, there is some rivalry in the camp on this point. And, to be honest, I’m losing on both counts. The problem is the teenage children. They’re faster, they’re more elegant, they’re more skilful. Godammit, they’re just better, and there’s bugger all I can do about it!
Luckily I can divert my put my pent up ambition to be the fastest slope-man to one side and admire the view. Stunning.
But then the boy whizzes past me at over 100kph and the race is back on! Elegance be damned – I need the speed!!!