Another Reason Not To Ski

I’ve never learnt to ski. I don’t really see the point of doing something that I can only do once a year for a few days at enormous expense and at some risk to life and limb. It’s probably cheaper – and certainly a good deal safer – to shred a bundle of euros and flush them down the loo.

 

It also means that I don’t have to be confronted with a sign like this on the way to the slopes and spend time wondering, with a horrified fascination, what, precisely, it’s trying to tell me.