Chamonix part 2

Skiing in the sun is a) fun and b) not a long term prospect (well unless one likes water-skiing).



That said a day skiing Le Tours is always fun even if the bottom of one's skis are torn out on the local rocks.

A further evening on the turps although as far as we can tell they appear to have rustled up some new chum with a horrible bald spot (either that or our subject is going bald and surely that cannot be right) enjoying a local band.

Of course our subject did his usual and fell asleep on the deal before the evening ended.

Dear Lord he is off skiing again

A trip to Chamonix this time and, to make a change (plus they were getting bored with each other), it is not just Gay George (Not Actually Gay) but also Mrs Gay George (Not Actually Gay), Harlot, Mau and Ali (friends of Mr and Mrs Gay George (Not Actually Gay)) Scrapper and Sarah.

Strangely no dramas on the flight over which makes a refreshing (but slightly disappointing) change.

A reasonable first day on the slopes although there were some minor points of irritation (the 200 steps down from the lift at the top being a highlight).

A proper evening on the turps followed although finishing supper off with the contents of a bed pan may have been mistake. Still at least our subject maintained the soberiety to reject Scrapper's advances...

Bless the rozzers

It may only be temporary but our collective muse appears to have returned to Bogun Towers, rejoice!

With the Easter weekend looming a group of lads, Danny, Smudger, Scouse and Harrison, decided to have a few beers, watch the Brian Clough movie and then have some more beers.

Things started promisingly with a break in to the cinema bar led by our subject but they were quickly rumbled and thrown out. Settling into the snug bar of the City Arms they were delighted to find themselves sharing it with a drunk and very vocal and very unpleasant "woman" (for want of a better word). Fortunately Smudger stepped in to bundle our subject out before a fight could begin.

The movie itself had some fair funny parts but rather lacked an end - tip to a movie maker, if you are going to make a redemption story movie actually fit the redemption part of the story into the movie.

Settling down into a tapas bar over some beers and rioja the evening appeared to be drifting along until a chair suddenly came flying through the window spraying glass everywhere. Quick as a flash Smudger and our subject were up to chase down the miscreants although as is to be expected our subject dropped out of the race very early on.

The rozzers, bless them, were just round the corner and managed to catch the blighters but as part of the evidence gathering process found themselves questioning our subject and chums whilst they tucked into bottle number 3 of the red tea. We doubt their evidence will be of much utility before the mags.

With the adrenaline flowing from the excitement 3 Mojitos fair flew down followed by some Guiness and a very late finish.

As is to be expected the next morning was mildly hungover and the "alarm call" from the delivery men looking to deliver his new washing machine at 0830 was particularly unwelcome. Even more unwelcome was the realisation after it had finally been installed some 8 hours later (and the right side of the hangover) that this one was as knackered as the last.