Fed up with England's inability to produce snow that lasts more than a day, The Boyf and I, plus The Drag Queen and The Boyf's ex and his current partner, are heading to the French Alps this weekend in search of proper snow, the idea being that we each stand at the top of a mountain and throw ourselves down it attached to a couple of pieces of wood. Ok, I know skis aren't made of wood anymore, but it sounded more romantic that saying "pieces of fibreglass" or whatever it is that skis are made out of these days.
It's only going to be my second time skiing, but I'm of the gung-ho type who believes I have natural ability and don't really need to learn. So I'll just head up to a run and see what happens. It'll make it more interesting for me and for people watching as I career down the slopes.
Anyway, I wanted to say "Goodbye" until this time next week when we return, as I doubt I'll be in a position to post anything. (I mean, we're going to France. Do they even have the internet?). The position I'm hoping for involves my legs in the air and a moustachioed Italian ski instructor, but I'm guessing that any legs-in-the-air activity will be the result of a fall rather than something more porno. So, if you don't hear from me again you'll know that I accidentally broke my head or something.
See you all soon. Have fun!
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