If any of you were having early afternoon sex on the 3rd (let me congratulate you for finding something to do instead of skiing) and you felt the earth move it had nothing to do with your stud of a boyfriend. Sorry guys but it was an earthquake that she experienced. With an epicentre 2km northwest of Bozel at a depth of 5km this earthquake had a magnitude, with a seismic e
Last weeks in our celebration of the Russian pasttime, Hoes Biatches Blingers night didn't so much go off with a bang but with a whimper. With the exception of the hotel Olympic girls and L'equipe kitchen crew absolutely
nobody made an effort (not even the TJÃÂs & Gringos bar staff). As they say excuses are like arseholes 'everyone has one' and boy there were a lot of t
Whenever I start talking about the weather it means one of three things. Either there is too much, too little or precious little else to write about. In this case it's the second and the third thing. Usually I would be making humorous comparisons about the permafrost in my ice box but as I have a frost free fridge freezer (full of vodka) that avenue of comedy is out of the
Rob(Skiworld) got more than he bargained for when he went back to a Scott Dunn nannyÃÂs accommodation. I'm not talking about the shock of getting the first sober look the morning after. Instead of making the usual excuses and leaving in the early hours of the morning our Skiworld boy's escape route was cut off by a Scott Dunn manager.
Instead of being busted the nanny d
Now here is a very rare site. Actual people seen around the bar of TJ's.
These people are real and haven't been superimposed using photoshop.
The reason I make such a cutting observation is because since the beginning of the season the clientele of TJ's has more than resembled a reunion of the Mary Celeste. This is a enigma as TJ's is a very nice little bar, big screen t
This week started better than many. While in L'equipe one of the beautiful bar girls asked me whether I would like to see something. Always curious I replied in the positive. As she started to unbutton her trousers my mind started working overtime.
Should I contact Clinique and congratulate then on the effects of their new aftershave? Should I ask her back to my apartment
