Imagine the surprise of the pretty girl from Geneva airport (passim) when he walked up to her in the Cactus bar and said, "hi". She has him clearly marked as a stalker.
Some hard skiing in some pretty rubbish light conditions saw them knackered before heading out to buy some tasteless tat for their loved ones (shurely charming souvenirs of their holidays? -ed). In a little boutique Gay George (Not Actually Gay) saw a top he thought would look nice on the lovely Helen but was unsure about the European sizing. Imagine their suprise when, after he had asked the assistant what the equivalent of the lovely Helen's size was in European measures, she whipped off her top and said, "my size." As sales techniques go that is quite a winner and they were compelled to make the purchase.
An early evening of watching a Big Air competition, only enlivened by some dope landing on a search light instead of the landing ramp,
was followed by a fireworks display. Our more astute readers will have noted the earlier reference to the poor weather and with the cloud base actually slightly lower than the ground level the fireworks were mildly disappointing. In fact blind people would have enjoyed them as much.
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