I didn’t really write up the boarding holiday properly. A crude bullet-bag instead then:
• the Alps are utterly stunning in scale. Other-wordly.
• struggling to speak french is fun. Really want to learn.
• our chalet came with a dog. Its name was Brenda MacMillan. Really.
• our chalet host was strangely paranoid and possibly on a mission for MI6.
• Chamonix is lit up like Christmas, all the time.
• significant physical injury is a daily hazard on the slopes. Painkillers are the norm for breakfast.
• 90% of injuries are from drinking, not boarding.
• boarding is 90% fearlessness. To lose one’s confidence is to lose one’s mojo.
• examine the pusses of the attendees at the dedicated site mojomuppets.com
21-Feb-05 at 7:24 pm | Permalink
I once planned to learn French in order to impress a girl. In the end I decided it wasn’t worth it. I am romantic/creepy/a fraud.
22-Feb-05 at 9:50 pm | Permalink
I adore French. I know nouns, verbs, adjectives and swearwords. Lack the cement to glue them together. I’d absolutely love to learn too.
24-Feb-05 at 10:22 am | Permalink
> Brenda MacMillan
No it wasn’t, unless it was my sister, she looks a bit like a dog, and quite often scrapes her arse across the floor to clear out her anal glands.
24-Feb-05 at 3:52 pm | Permalink
heureux celui qui a toujours devant les yeux l’heure de sa mort et qui se dispose tous les jours a mourir
24-Feb-05 at 4:30 pm | Permalink
Was that something about eyes, time, and death? The triple threat!
28-Feb-05 at 9:49 pm | Permalink
> quite often scrapes her arse across the floor to clear out her anal glands
I think I’m only just beginning to get over the livid trauma of reading this particular comment. Thanks Al.