Tuesday 12 January 2010

New Years resolutions and the strange case of the day glow underpants

This year's New Year's resolution

Not to have a New Year's resolution....

Which as it is in itself a resolution, meant that I immediately broke it as soon as I made it. Doh! Less than a nano second, is that a record for breaking a resolution?


Condiments of the season

New Year Ski holiday
No problems with the taxi driver failing to arrive this time. No strip searches at the airport (OK, that's not happened in the past either but as this is BlackLOG it is surely just a question of time), although I did manage to fox the Stansted Airport security system. Having to take my boots and belt off for the security check, I put my belt into one of my boots, which looked a bit odd on the security scanner. It would not have been too difficult to work out except while they continued to look at the item on the scanner they insisted on examining my nephews' boots which popped out of the system ahead of mine and which did not contain a belt.

Do they do this sort of thing to entertain us?

It was about five minutes before the security team twigged that the boot on screen i.e. the one still in the machine was not the one they were holding in their sweaty little paws ..

Apart from being ridiculously expensive (ie £11 for two hot chocolates. I thought we were buying a drink not making a offer for the bar), Val d'Isere was great. We had an entertaining mix of people in our chalet :-

  • A couple from London: Bridget and Rowan - Rowan was the life and soul - a great orator, which was almost enough to forgive him for being a snow border. Bridget was also good value as long as you didn't want to converse with her after 8:30pm, which was bed time.(She likes her sleep) - New Year was going to be a very interesting challenge for her. 

Bridget suddenly a member of the wide awake club


Did I mention that Rowan looked like David Beckham,
if Posh had knitted his latest hairstyle....

Three lads from Hull (collectively now known as Hull Boy III) - in their early 20's and keen on hard drinking and hard skiing - They were not bad for a couple of weeks on planks with no lessons - I think the vast quantities of alcohol consumed helped to confuse their bodies into thinking they could ski. Going down was not the problem. The stopping on the other hand was a much more interesting proposition. I think it could be best described as sprawling to a halt. There are too many stories to do justice to their antics during the holiday but a couple of my favourites:-

Hull Boy III had some two way radios and while on a chairlift picked up a message between an unknown husband and wife:

unknown husband :- "Where are you now? Over"

unknown wife :- "On the blue run above the last chair lift we took."

unknown husband :- "Go left at the bottom and I'll meet you at the restaurant, Over."

unknown wife :- "OK"

Hull Boy III :- "Change of plan, go right, go right, meet at the lift."

unknown wife :- "OK, will go right."

A little while later they overheard:

unknown wife :- Sounding a bit frantic "Where are you?"

unknown husband :- "I'm in the restaurant, where are you? "

unknown wife :- "I'm at the chairlift."

unknown husband :- "I told you to go left."

unknown wife :- "No, you told me to go right."

unknown husband :- "I clearly told you left....."

Lets hope that got resolved quickly otherwise sod left or right they were straight towards divorce....


Skiing down on New Year's day in just Day Glow underpants. I'm guessing they were still very drunk and since they had already purchased the underpants and built up the idea that they were going to ski on New Year's day in just their pants they were duty bound to do it. They had the chalet entourage with them, with me as official photographer and the rest of the group acting as clothes carriers and chief encouragers....I'm not sure if this was good or not for Hull Boy III but from the moment that they started to strip off the clouds cleared and the sun came out giving everyone watching a clear view. Magically as they stopped and started to get dressed the clouds moved back in.



Hull Boy I - Josh
( Is that a ski pass in his underwear
 or is he just pleased to see us....?)


Hull Boy II - Darren
(Just when you thought it was
safe to go back onto the slopes)


Hull Boy III - Josh, Alex & Darren
(The one you wish they had never made,
Available in 3D in all bad cinemas)

  • There was also an Australian family, very quiet and nice but seemed to exist in a parallel universe. I don't think they ever got over their jet lag.

  • The Chalet girls - Natalie &Tessa were great and did a marvellous job knocking together breakfast, afternoon tea and dinner and would have got 10 out of 10 if they hadn't had a refusal at almost the last fence when they didn't quite make it for New Year's breakfast and were a bit subdued for the rest of the day - I'm not sure it was such a good idea for them to go to bed for "just an hour" when they got in at 6am....


Tessa & Natalie in happier times before Alcohol cruelly
robbed them  of the power to get up and make our breakfast..

Still they did better than most of us :-

The Australian family crashed and burned hours before midnight(I guess they can use the excuse that they were celebrating in a different time zone).

Bridget lasted till around 11pm which was a fantastic effort with her holiday track record.

My sister fell 20 minutes short - pretty poor show big sis

Hull Boy III were out till about 4am, so not as impressive as Natalie and Tessa although they impressively dragged themselves up in time for what turned out to be a non-breakfast. They faded fast though and had to go back to bed in order to summon enough strength to make the pants run.

Leaving Mrs B, Alex our 12 year old nephew, Rowan and myself playing cards till about 12.15 - not very hard core but at least we made it.

We could not ask for better snow, visibility was another thing though however. Most of the week was spent in a state of near blindness. I was getting quite adept at using my feet to get me down, going with the roll and bumps of the slopes..... Almost like a form of Jedi "use the force" style skiing. I got so good I think I got a bit cocky and on the last day I managed to use my new found powers to ski off a 20ft drop. One minute I was skiing along happily on what looked like flat safe snow, the next I found my self dropping at high velocity and with no attachment to any snow. I did not have enough time to think anything other than:

This is not right!

Why is the ground now rushing towards me?

In case any of you are optimistically(And I would also like to add very supportively of you) harboring thoughts  that I managed to back flip spin 4 times and make a stylish landing
Ouch.

it was a full face plant in lots of soft snow - I was fairly confident that I was not going to die as my life did not flash before me, either that or my life is so dull I didn't notice it.....



As there are no pictures of my accident you will
have to make do with this pre-crash shot

I had found a nice little ravine - In the circumstances I count myself lucky that I got away with being just winded, having a slightly sore right shoulder (I had the beast in my rucksack, the weight of which probably accounts for my acceleration and my GPS registering 80mph - my true record is 64mph but that was on a good slope with good visibility) and a bit of bruising on my right ankle and much more bruising to my ego and almost forgot broke an arm.....off of my Sunglasses .

Up to that point I had managed a couple of tired sit downs, which hardly count as falls at all, in the entire week. I put these down to burning out my legs on the second day. I'm not sure what happens but whenever I ski with a guide something primeval kicks in and I become like a dog chasing a car down the street.  I find myself skiing out of my skin and way beyond my ability in order to keep up. This generally drives the guide to go faster to throw the idiot off, which in turn encourages me to go faster to keep up (This is how speed record and or bones are broken). The result, after any reasonably length tour, is that my legs can hardly move fore the next few days.

Mrs B whacks me across the nose with a rolled up newspaper and tells me I'm a bad boy but I still don't seem to learn ....

Leaving lots of snow only to come home to lots of snow
No sooner had we returned from the most snow we have ever seen in Europe than the snow returned to Bishops Stortford and, for once, stayed. I had not appreciated before the different snow we usually get in southern Britain. Normally it's so wet, that even if it does settle, within a few hours it has turned to horrible slush. With a much colder snap than usual the snow has been much crisper, much prettier but like an unwelcome guest has stayed around eating all the leftovers and helping themselves to a liberal use of the heating system - Please note not the wood-burning stove though, as that saga drags on. Our fitter has fled to Australia for the rest of the winter. I spoke to the firm, who we laughingly contracted to install the stove in time for Christmas, who asked me if I wanted to wait for his return (What when the cold weather is over) or use one of their other fitters? Let's think this through, do we want to wait for a month for the fitter who managed to install the wrong appliance or give someone else a crack at messing things up...?

Sofa saga
Many thanks to Craig who came to our rescue and brought his Mercedes tank around to take the old Sofa and chairs to the dump. Despite it being a huge vehicle it still took a number of trips to clear the garage. Mrs B had visions of the Sofa and chairs being snapped up by desperate individuals hanging around the tip looking for a half decent sofa. This vision came to nothing - it went straight into the crusher and, within seconds, eight years of good service was rewarded with a ripping and shredding noise that sounded like the death screams of the poor thing. I was sad to see that amongst the wood and foam interior there was a fair bit of cardboard that made up way too much of our old pride and joy for my liking....

This finally allowed us to put Mrs B's station run car into the garage just in time for the snow to start clearing away. This concludes the Sofa Saga apart from the small question of the wrong feet that came with the new sofa. Mrs B had ordered the chrome finish feet, at extra cost, so I guess it should be no surprise that the new sofa arrived with the wood finish feet.

Will we never learn?

Needless to say a number of phone calls have already been made and it will no doubt take a number more before this gets rectified.

Wild Life photography exhibition
We visited the Natural History Museum this weekend to see the Wild Life photography of the year exhibition. I found myself inspired and intimidated in equal measures. Having an interest in photography I was fascinated to read what camera, lens and settings the photographers used to capture the shots.

While reading how long some people took to get a particular shot I realised that I would never have the patience. As I have said before I'm a snapper looking for opportunities of the moment rather than setting up for that killer shot.

"After 3 months of staking out the bird bath at the bottom of my garden a bear came along and ripped my leg off. But it was worth it to get this rather impressive picture of the pigeon's expression of shock just before the bear attacked me."

My attempts at a similar venture failed after McG (currently an even fatter cat and enjoying his new nickname Mr Hovis) snuck out of the house and ate the bread (for those not in the UK the brand of bread we used was Hovis) that Mrs B had put out to lure the bears - not that there have been any reports of bears in the Bishops Stortford area for at least three thousand years, so perhaps I got it wrong and it was to feed the birds.

The closest I came to properly setting up a photo shot was while skiing. We had passed my sister's ski class and so decided to wait at the bottom of the slope to capture her in full flow (please note the analogy is to-do with the actual waiting to take a shot rather than the actual wildness of my sister). Half an hour later her group finally appeared over the ridge, working their way slowly from side to side as the instructor sent them across the slope one at a time. It was as if her instructor knew that I was waiting.

My reward for this waiting and risking the wrath of Mrs B (she had gone off to get a warm drink and found out that I had all the money on me) was for one of the members of my sister's class to ski right in front of her for the entire length of the slope, thus obliterating my carefully crafted shot of her....Arrrrrgggghhhh

Catch you next week - I'll leave you with some snaps to enjoy



The veiw from the front door of our chalet


Me and my Big Sister



My nephew little Alex on a chair lift


Big Alex  1/3 of Hull boy III


shows


another way of


Stopping


Almost like a Christmas card - infact if you don't
get one from me next year this is what you would
probably have got.


Church Tower - incase you
did not recognise it


Trees huddling together for warmth.



Mrs B enjoying the powder


Josh - demonstrates the art of sprawling to a halt


Josh, like A Bat out of Hull!!!!


Rowan and his board sinking with all hands

24 comments:

  1. "Trees huddling together for warmth" HAHAHA! Good one! Sounds like a great trip. It's snowing here, too. And has been for a month. Beautful, dry, fluffy snow. And nowhere close by to ski in it. Pity.

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  2. Very very cool pictures!!

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  3. Beautiful trip! Sounds like southern Britain gets the same kinds of snow as Seattle. Impressed you skiied with the beast. I'd be worried of doing 4 back flips and breaking it.

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  4. Always a pleasure to sit still for a few moments and read your blog. :o)

    The highlights for me this week were the skiers in their underwear and the trees huddled for warmth. LOL! It has been cold and very snowy here too. This morning we have a wind chill factor of -33C which is just bitchy! Oh no wait... it's makes ME bitchy... that's what it is. ;o)

    Keep warm my friend!

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  5. The dayglo pants did it for me! But I am old and it doesn't take much to excite. Can't say the sme for your spelling Mr B - on this occasion its terrible, jet lag perhaps? Just knew the log burner was in it for the long haul, good luck my friend....

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  6. Allegria
    "Trees huddling together for warmth" HAHAHA! Good one! Sounds like a great trip. It's snowing here, too. And has been for a month. Beautful, dry, fluffy snow. And nowhere close by to ski in it. Pity.

    It was great thanks. Sorry that you have all that snow and are not able to make use of it. I have only just started to appreciate how much better snow is when the weather is really cold

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  7. Ash
    Very very cool pictures!!
    I would say bordering on freezing for the Hull Boy III. Thank you

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  8. Nikki
    Beautiful trip! Sounds like southern Britain gets the same kinds of snow as Seattle. Impressed you skiied with the beast. I'd be worried of doing 4 back flips and breaking it.
    I was certainly glad that the beast survived my drop without any problems - I feel I might need a more robust backpack for future trips....

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  9. Picture Imperfect
    Always a pleasure to sit still for a few moments and read your blog. :o)You are making me blush. Thank you it's nice to hear that my efforts are appreciated

    The highlights for me this week were the skiers in their underwear and the trees huddled for warmth. LOL! It has been cold and very snowy here too. This morning we have a wind chill factor of -33C which is just bitchy! Oh no wait... it's makes ME bitchy... that's what it is. ;o)We in the UK just don't appreciate what a real winter is, so feel free to bitch away., you have more than earned the right

    Keep warm my friend! Sounds like your warmth need is greater than ours

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  10. We used to have an action man kicking round the house that looked just like Rowan in that last photo.

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  11. skipperthewonderhorse
    The dayglo pants did it for me! But I am old and it doesn't take much to excite.I'm sure Hugh will be happy to hear that that, he's not as young as he once was.

    Can't say the sme for your spelling Mr B - on this occasion its terrible, jet lag perhaps?I don't know why you complain about the spelling, you know you love it when it's at its worst

    Just knew the log burner was in it for the long haul, good luck my friend.... Let's just say it's going to be a slow burner

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  12. Herding Cats
    Love the pictures!
    Thank you, I'm glad you like them

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  13. Imo
    We used to have an action man kicking round the house that looked just like Rowan in that last photo.
    My god perhaps it was Gary Oldman* or possibly a chameleon – I wonder if anyone else thinks he looks like someone different

    *Whenever I see an actor I don’t recognise, in a film, 9 times out of 10 it turns out to be someone I’ve never seen before but that 10th time it’s invariably Gary Oldman

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  14. Sounds like a good time. Great pics!

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  15. Welcome to the BlackLOG Christiejolu. It was a good holiday and thank you glad you like the pics

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  16. Lovely photos! Those day-glo guys are hilarious. I thought for SURE they'd put 'em on OVER their ski gear (that's what I would've done).

    Looks like everyone had a blast.

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  17. Kathryn
    You and me both or it would have been Bridget Jones style big pants, the madness or is it the exuberance of youth

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  18. Thanks for the entertainment and the beautiful photos, what a time you had!

    Secretia

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  19. Secretia, thank you for taking the time to read and leave a comment....

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  20. Meh... "real" seasons are purely relative to what you're used to. If I were to spend some time in the UK I am sure that there would be weather elements that I would have no idea to handle, you know?

    I don't think I could deal with the amount of rain you get, for example. The Yukon is a 'semi-arid' climate which basically means half desert. So precipitation isn't quite as plentiful as it is for you on the total scale of things.

    Anyway - I am leaving this frost-hole in a little under 24 hours so it doesn't bother me one little bit! ;o)

    Hope you're having a wonderful day!

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  21. Picture Imperfect

    Meh... "real" seasons are purely relative to what you're used to. If I were to spend some time in the UK I am sure that there would be weather elements that I would have no idea to handle, you know? It’s not so much the weather that gets me down in the UK more the people talking about it…Two days of sunshine and we moan because we have a new rain coat we want to try out

    I don't think I could deal with the amount of rain you get, for example. The Yukon is a 'semi-arid' climate which basically means half desert. So precipitation isn't quite as plentiful as it is for you on the total scale of things. So I’m guessing that you won’t need the raincoat I was going to send you. I don’t need it as it has not rained for two days…..

    Anyway - I am leaving this frost-hole in a little under 24 hours so it doesn't bother me one little bit! ;o) Another holiday?

    Hope you're having a wonderful day! I’m actually having a wonderful life….

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  22. Sounds like a great trip! I'm going to take one like that some day. I plan to be one of the snowboarders, though. Can we still be friends?

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  23. Jen, Jen why board? It certainly won't stop me typing at you but I will be a bit sad and disappointed……The only reason I would ever board is if my knees went....not sure where they would go without me though?

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