As some of you know; I went skiing this weekend so I couldnât make my usual trek to Craven Cottage.
We got into Chamonix about 8am and as soon as the car was parked and unpacked, my mate and I raced off to the nearest ski lift because we were âveryâ experienced skiers whilst our other halves and kids went to the ski school to learn.
Sure, it had been getting close to a decade since weâd last hit the pistes but skiing is like riding a bike. You just never forget.
The chair lift dropped us half way up the mountain and we both agreed to go higher for the more challenging routes.
We found the button lift and queued up. We were grinning like loons and couldnât wait to get going.
I got on the button lift with my mate just behind me. Iâd forgotten how tricky these things can be and fell off after about 40 feet. I twisted my ankle and then my mate skied over my neck, fell off as well and ended up rolling 20 feet down a ditch⦠now heâs concussed with a large lump on his forehead.
So that ended our skiing trip. Twenty five minutes in total without actually managing to get on a run.
Seeking consolation (after seeing a doctor) whilst our better halves and kin were enjoying themselves on the pistes, we hit a bar. The bar owner agreed to allow us to watch the matches on Saturday, seeing that our skiing adventure ended in abject failure, we were looking forward to at least watching our respective teams. My mate is a Liverpool fanâ¦
What a crap weekend it turned out to be for both of us. Iâm hobbling along on a crutch with a neck too sore to move, he has a bandage wrapped round his head a la Terry Butcher (without blood but it is somehow stained with remnants of random shots he managed to miss his mouth with). Drunk, despondent and disabled we headed back to the chalet to be regaled with stories of skiing fun⦠Iâve never wanted to call my wife a bitch so much!
On the plus side, they now love skiing and want to go again next year and Iâve agreed to go to the ski school next time because Iâve blatantly forgotten how to ski.
So, Iâve learnt a lesson in life. Iâm not that young anymore and stupidity hurts.
We got into Chamonix about 8am and as soon as the car was parked and unpacked, my mate and I raced off to the nearest ski lift because we were âveryâ experienced skiers whilst our other halves and kids went to the ski school to learn.
Sure, it had been getting close to a decade since weâd last hit the pistes but skiing is like riding a bike. You just never forget.
The chair lift dropped us half way up the mountain and we both agreed to go higher for the more challenging routes.
We found the button lift and queued up. We were grinning like loons and couldnât wait to get going.
I got on the button lift with my mate just behind me. Iâd forgotten how tricky these things can be and fell off after about 40 feet. I twisted my ankle and then my mate skied over my neck, fell off as well and ended up rolling 20 feet down a ditch⦠now heâs concussed with a large lump on his forehead.
So that ended our skiing trip. Twenty five minutes in total without actually managing to get on a run.
Seeking consolation (after seeing a doctor) whilst our better halves and kin were enjoying themselves on the pistes, we hit a bar. The bar owner agreed to allow us to watch the matches on Saturday, seeing that our skiing adventure ended in abject failure, we were looking forward to at least watching our respective teams. My mate is a Liverpool fanâ¦
What a crap weekend it turned out to be for both of us. Iâm hobbling along on a crutch with a neck too sore to move, he has a bandage wrapped round his head a la Terry Butcher (without blood but it is somehow stained with remnants of random shots he managed to miss his mouth with). Drunk, despondent and disabled we headed back to the chalet to be regaled with stories of skiing fun⦠Iâve never wanted to call my wife a bitch so much!
On the plus side, they now love skiing and want to go again next year and Iâve agreed to go to the ski school next time because Iâve blatantly forgotten how to ski.
So, Iâve learnt a lesson in life. Iâm not that young anymore and stupidity hurts.
Sorry to hear about the weekend OT. Least, you managed to get drunk, in what I imagine was stunning scenery? Reminds me of my first time skiing in Castleford, on a schhool trip with school. It was an experience I will never forget to say the least. 