After last weeks issue it was brought to my attention that my writing style for the main story, the one that contain 3 persons, was a little over zealous in the area of naming names. Now I am in no way apologising for writing that story, the subject matter comes firmly under what appears in this paper. Without stories like that all this paper would be full of is a list of the latest conquests of
Jimbo (Jump) and
Shane (la lodge). On the subject of writing her name I plead guilty to charges of ìwriting without due care and attentionî and apologise.
This week the subject matter points directly back at the editor as he (I) was caught in the midst of a watery mass of writhing arms and legs in one of the many Jacuzzis found in the more exclusive part of
Courchevel. Joining me were
Marianne, Rachel, Kat (Ski cocktail), Merry, Angus (Ski R) and Dr Waq. Now to set the record straight from all the rumours that have been snowballing around the resort. The evening started out very normally . Drinks and nibbles around the fire, music and so on. After two bottles of champagne Kat got behind the bar and made a few rounds of blowjobs followed by some very strong sex on the beaches. Sufficiently inebriated the attention turned to the Jacuzzi where the above shot was taken quite early on into the proceedings. Luckily for everyone my camera ran out of batteries just after this shot was taken (mental note: take extra set of batteries next time). From then on the action took a decidedly downward direction with game after game of spin the bottle, which if, after some practice the bottle could be made to point to who ever you want. As the night went on various items of swimwear were shed until only the bubbles left your imagination working. Angus set a new record for holding his breath underwater the longest whilst managing to put a BIG smile on KatÃs face. After the Jacuzzi finished certain parties started a very interesting Benny Hill style chase around the chalet, whilst other parties very quietly made full use of the now empty Jacuzzi.
As the night wore on more glasses were broken than after a Russian wedding toast until attentions had to be turned from ma king out to cleaning up. Before I run out of space I must complement Marianne on her hospitality and I for one will await her next invitation with anticipation.
