I shall shortly be off to buy some new ski boots
and will simulatenously desperately try and avoid spending another £500 on some lovely lovely fat big mountain skis.

I shall then retire to the Shore Bar, where I shall have some fine food and wine, and then to my local where I shall get completely wombled and pretend I haven't just spent the best part of 500 sheets on what are, essentially, a glorified pair of shoes. Saturday, finish off Christmas shopping. Sunday, watch football and drink beer.

A weekend of win.
( the mighty badger Aphrodite, on a bar stool, by your side, Fri 16 Dec 2011, 12:12, 1 reply, 14 years ago)

I shall assuage your expected guilt
with advice that 500 sheets on glorified shoes is a magnificent purchase.

Winter Sports are glorious.
(Himjim died a little more inside on, Fri 16 Dec 2011, 12:17, Reply)

I can't decide whether to take the plunge this time
and actually get some freestyle/freeride boots or just bottle it and buy another piste boot.
( the mighty badger Aphrodite, on a bar stool, by your side, Fri 16 Dec 2011, 12:19, Reply)

All sport is bent.
All of it.
( Monty Boyce, My cheese game is strong, Fri 16 Dec 2011, 12:20, Reply)

Wrong.
Dance is a sport and it's not bent.
(Poppet some assembly required., Fri 16 Dec 2011, 12:21, Reply)

But you're a Gooner aren't you?

(Set your faces to Stunned Bigly, Fri 16 Dec 2011, 12:22, Reply)