Sort of relevant - After watching On Her Majesties Secret Service yesterday there is a part of me that yurns for Skiing to be what it used to be: An all-in-one romper-suited posh pub crawl up a mountain; more fur than fear.

The helmetisation of the pistes was all part of the transition...most snowboarders now dress like they're off to fight the Alien hoard rather than pootle down a slope.

If i was a millionaire i'd open a non-pisted, spandex and helmet free ski resort with old school lifts that someone has to lock you in. Maybe with Telly Savalas smoking furiously at the top of the ski lift. Maybe Diana Rigg as a Chalet Girl. This post may have reached its natural end.