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I am the most excited I have ever been! In my head.
To the outside world however, I am grumpy, pissed off and full of cold.
Raaa (angry). Reee (excited). Raaa. Reee. Raaa. Reee (Mood swinging wildly!)
This morning, we finally booked our holiday snowboarding in the Alps! After 3 weeks of searching, conference calling, gtalking, texting and stressing, we at last decided on a destination and made the booking. Tom, Will, Alex and I are going to Villeneuve in Serre Chevalier, on the French/Italian border. There is still a serious lack of snow - but the webcams look good on the higher pistes and there are a few reports of snow to come.
I guess I am pretty nervous - its not a top name resort like Val disere which we were hoping for (although Les Deux Alpes and Alpe D’Heuz are included in the lift pass and are pretty close), and the snow could be shite. I don’t really think we can go wrong though. The resort will be good enough for a little snowboard virgin like me and, if there’s no snow, there are at least 2 pubs I have found already (the frog and yeti bars) as well as Baita discotheque or Le Drums club in nearby Briancon! Sorted. Its either a week of heavy landings on hard packed pistes or a week of heavy drinking. You never know, maybe there’ll be a week of heavy petting too - it is new year after all 
My Cold is disgusting. The product of 7 days in 8 drinking heavily and a diet of chips, kebabs, burgers, chinese takeways, curry, chocolate, sweets, no fruit and only limited vegetables. My fault entirely then. I suffered a loud and uncontrolable coughing fit on the train back to brighton earlier, and choked up thick dark brown mucus into a newspaper (I had no tissue). The lady in front of me moved seats. I felt sick to be around myself too lady!
At least the razor blades, which have been lodged in my throat for the past week, have ceased causing me pain. Perhaps they’ve simply migrated to my chest to carry out their next task of performing surgery on the walls of my alveoli, filling them with the congealed brown fluid which now emminates at every violent convulsion. I didn’t get the usual pack of new Mach 3 blades for Christmas - perhaps they fell out of my stocking and I swollowed them?
So if there is to be any heavy petting - I’m sorry in advance to whoever if I give you this disgusting illness. Its unintentional, if not a little selfish. Oh, and a further disclaimer - If you start choking on razor blades; it was Santa’s fault! Seriously though - I am worth the risk. 
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