bunch of snail eating ****s, especially if I have to wait more than five minutes in the ski lift queue, but I have to say I have warmed to Msr Macron and I think our Theresa has too.
In every shot I've seen of them at Sandhurst she appears to be somewhat charmed by the young fellow and would rather like to leave some of that lurid red lipstick on his cock (or I'm no judge of women).
I am led to believe it can be cold, you perhaps need to make a definite point of getting up early in order to really get it, you spend a lot of time falling over and let’s be honest the fashions are deplorable.
At least 2 of the above are covered by everyday life in Ireland.
Now unless somebody can guarantee me that by end of day 1 I will be attacking the black runs like an Irish Franz Klammer then bollócks.
Exactly. All the things that you want from a holiday - interesting sights, trips to visit places, good weather, good food, variation in one's day-to-day activity, balmy evenings eating and drinking outside, etc - are not available on skiing holidays. It's just skiing, which - once you've done it for a bit - is actually quite boring. Also, as you say - it involves falling over, possibly breaking limbs and endless queueing for ski lifts just so you can go back up the mountain and ski down it again.
Skiing is something I wouldn't mind doing for a day or so, but an entire holiday built around it? Nah.