Considering the disaster that was the last skiing trip one might have expected him to take particular caution with the arrangements for getting there this time and if one can call drinking into the early hours at a wedding in readiness for jumping in the car at 0500 for the drive to Heathrow cautious then he has indeed adopted caution as his watchword.
Thanks to the wonders of on-line check-in by the time that Gay George (Not Actually Gay) and he were at the airport trying to check-in all the seats next to each other were gone and so they got to spend the 11 hour flight boring their new found single-serving friends rather than each other.
The usual ridiculously large Jeep has been hired and taken them up into the mountains where they have quickly settled into the casino in which they are staying. As of yet the temptation to put it all on red has been successfully resisted; we doubt for long.
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