Look, if people grow up in a snowy country, skiing is an unobjectionable past time. But in Australia, where (if you live outside of Sydney or Melbourne at least) you can just about have 7 days in London (or, at the very least, a week in Tokyo) for the same price as a long weekend on the skifields, it’s always struck me as an elitist hobby. And besides, the couple of times I did try to stand up and move on skis, I fell over a lot.
So, being the jealous, nasty person that I am, if the Grammar school kids all end up with osteoarthritis, I’ll just snigger in the background.
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