Well hello all,
I like to say as promise the Demon of the slopes was killed on the sunday afternoon having spent a nice lazy morning on the slopes. It was a nice run down and the conditions where excellent. But the interesting thing is Ian B of the group fell over twice and twisted his knee. That evening when we went to watch liverpool play an excellent football match they promptly lost (HAHAHA my heart bleeds) But Ian was bouncing around quite happily, then as we left the pub, we wondered about 500yds when it was pointed out to Ian he had forgotten his knee support bandage. So in the true spirit of an injured man, he half ran, half hoped back to the pub to fetch it. We then went to the a restaurant for Birthday Celebrations of my brother David. Where we ate half a cow, that you could still hear MOO.
Next morning the breakfast table was full of joy until Ian was down complaining about his knee, so we sent him to the Tramerclinic, which is a nice expensive clean place that I had been to 4 yrs earlier. At lunch time when we met up with him it was a 75{aa1fa390bbc9d269570451bc587ff4575656a4de8aa16bce1026e126cd0a00ba} torn ligament. Which as no surprise got worse over the week. But enough about him.
On the monday I had got bored of normal skis and went to hire some snow blades or (Midget skis) that was great whooshing down the slopes trying to work out the most aerodynamic position to all me to climb hills with out having to walk up them due to the not having enough speed. But as i was going down one dip turning like a god on skis, i saw a boarder in default postion 1.. so i had to quickly change direction, the next thing i know is my feet where up the slope and my head was down the slope, and i had no way of stopping . Think cool need to sort this descent out soon as i ‘m sure theres rocks round here So i twisted myself round so i was going down the mountain on my left side with the edges scraping like help to get more friction. Finally i stopped, got back to my feet and was off down the mountain thinking you arrogant shite.
The rest of the day was good, so we planned to ski the other side of the mountain on the tuesday. Also that evening i treated myself to a set of Snowblades about 1m in length and the material was a lot more rigid.
The next morning,afternoon again the skiing was excellent, so at 4pm whilst sat in cafe we decided to ski home (back to the hotel); So of i went leading the party. Letting The Boy Weemes and Father Maguire know how steep the slopes were getting and where the ice patches were etc. The Mr A returned and i was thinking See i am ace at this, i think i need another skill to learn!! At which point the I lost control and fell head of heels down the slope, smacking my head.The Head again pointing down the slope feet in the air so i swiveled round thinking cool i’m in the right postion now but no round i go spining around 720 degrees . Final managed to right myself and stand ski down to the lift laughing my socks of as i pulled clumps of snow out of my clothing. Thinking you arrogant get!.
So it shows me anyway that as soon as i think how good i am my concentration goes and good old MR Murphy steps in and say “hello”.
But the rest of the trip was great….
Right its home time i will revert back to this in an hour 😛 NB (couldn’t be arsed spell checking it)