Well here we all are. Sharing a small space on the side of a mountain for the next five months, while metaphorically digging ourselves out of the occasional snow drift. A select few of us have a nasty case of dÃjâ¡ vu (personally this is my 11th season) but for the majority it is our first time.
So what can you expect from the weekly rag? This first edition is only an introduction to some of the bar staff, what's happened over the summer in and a warning that you are now at hazard of making an appearance in the coming months.
Generally it will tell you whats going on in resort, a bit of gossip thats going around, my general rants, cinema information, weather reports, some quizzes when you are stuck in on transfer day.
If you make an appearance in the paper, know this. It's nothing personal. It was probably one of your co-workers who told me the story, I don't hate you and by next week everyone will have forgotten those dizzy heights of fame you reached and be concentrating on this weeks star. Just hope that your parents donÃt know how to use the internet enough to find the enquirer website and search for drunken photos of their ìinnocentî young offspring.
The more observant of you might have noticed that
Courchevel more resembles a building site than a posh ski resort. The small hole on your left as you entered town is the result of their handy work. This used to contain the
Skiworld's Aurberg hotel, Gringos bar, The petrol station, the 'tasteful' residence Sno. All of which, for better or worse, have either been wiped from the map or have been re-located.
As usual with French builders they spent most of the summer leisurely going about their business. Only in October, with the December deadline looming, did they switch into top gear and in a frenzy of poured concrete and fitted windows and roofs.
