Just back from a week's ski-ing in Les Arcs in the French Alps. Travelled overnight on the snow train - great fun - I turned down the disco so was the only one in good shape the next day. Great snow, unfortunately Paul had an argument with a tree on day 3 and the final score was 'Tree 1, Paul's ankle 0', so 6 weeks of crutches for him.
Fortunately he had his new laptop and wifi internet to keep him from going even madder than he already is. That's 4 out of 5 Forrows with ski injuries - can't quite understand how Saylos has kept in 1 piece so far?
Not entirely sure why Dr Saylos foundit necessary to go onto the balcony?
Or why he dressed as a doctor?
Grinden celebrated happy hour by drinking Beer in the Blizzard. I think he might even have his second T shirt on?
I was tempted by the pure French chiqueof this Paris Eurostar advert for 'Cockpit'
the 'Eau de Toilette pour homme'.
But as they didn't do it in gorilla's armpit,
I gave it a miss this time. Probably better
for all concerned.
And talking of cocks, arrived home to
find a peacock we haven't got staring
at it's own reflection in our front door.
Fact is stranger than fiction.
