OK, I appear to have a fully-functioning body now, and no major assessments due, so let me tell you the fun tale of my skiing adventure.

I suffered the incredible agony of waking up at 4am in order to get myself and our esteemed music reviewer, Andrew Coulthurst, to Mt Buller by 8 o’clock. And we made it. The journey went really well until the end when various Buller-people insisted on charging me for everything I did. I was half expecting a ‘swipe credit card here’ device on the toilet.

Andrew helpfully explained to me how to put on skis, and sent me on my merry way. I fell over about three seconds later as I tried to change my direction.

I’m not going to bother repeating that last sentence twenty times, but in fairness I should have.

Once we met up with Neil and his buddies, we went skiing again. I was worried Neil would explode through sheer enthusiasm before actually reaching proper snow, but he just managed. In exciting news, I worked out how to turn, and started to be able to go down a run without falling over three times.

Though always once. Sadly even at the end of the day, I had no idea how to stop properly. See folks, this is what lessons can do for you. Don’t be a stingy bastard like me.

And now it’s holidays, yay! During which I must make a big, classy looking paint website. Boo. But get paid for it. Yay!

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