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.
I restrict my own skiing soujorns to a maximum of three days, late March and never, never never during a school holiday.
Skiing improved greatly, as with most blokes, when the wife finally admitted she was rubbish at it, didn't really enjoy it, and didn't mind it being a quick lads only break.
Not having to go in school holidays transforms the trip completely. No queues and no being totally rinsed (300% increase) on apartment rentals. It's become with me, rather like tearing around on a powerful motorbike, a litmus to indicate that although I am getting old, I am not yet elderly