posted: 24-02-2001
In front of a cheering crowd of friends, colleagues and strangers alike, Le Floride's hunky head chef (Mike) and bedazzling barmen (Will) tempt the headline of the season as they pukker up in preparation for a long awaited and hotly anticipated kiss d'amour. Most look on in awe, others amazement, while Nick the Greek, lurking in the shadows attempts to salvage a litt

By Amy(Ski World) posted: 24-02-2001
Make time to go & ride. And the next time you're out there take time to stop riding & take a good look around you. Pinch yourself. This is your reality. This is your beautiful time & your beautiful existence & you have chosen it. This is you time. Dream out your destination, seek out your destiny & make it happen now, not tomorrow. Have the time of your life. The snow

posted: 24-02-2001
The two different sides of Lard(Ski Higher) was shown this week. On one side, the sensative Lard informed me ealier this week that after a month of celibacy he had got the results back from the local clinic and he was now looking for a nice girl to settle down for the rest of the season. The other side, The Lard that most people have read about it, was up to his old tricks

posted: 10-02-2001
Squeaky-clean ìboy next doorî Courchevel local and extreme skier Pat Sharples emerged last night as having many skeletons in his closet. After much multiflavoured vodka in the Bubble bar it appears that Pat had a hither to unknown affair with Britney Spears. While touring the mogul circuit the USA Pat swept the 16-year-old Britney of her feet with his sexy York

posted: 03-02-2001
The local Pompier and Sapers (Firemen in English) both here and in Meribel have had their work cut out recently.Earlier this week, while staying over at Meribel, Abby(First Choice) was woken in the early hours by a large uniformed frenchmen wearing a silver helmet. Nothing out of the normal you might think, although this time the building was on fire. On Friday down i

posted: 27-01-2001
 - Courchevel Enquirer
Anyone looking up at the Saulier on Wednesday morning would be forgiven for thinking that there was one hell of a barbecue at the Panoramic restaurant. Within a couple of hours it had been reduced from a top mountain restaurant to a very expensive pile of firewood.