Ski Sunday snow p0rn
You don’t usually think of the UK as a hotbed of winter sports but apparently there’s over one million of us Brits who regularly take to the slopes each winter - to wipe each other out , sneer at skiers and drink ourselves insensible in random Alpine towns (actually the winter sport where we have the highest medal potential).
So whether you love or loathe Ski Sunday’s Top Gear-style makeover, there’s no denying that the revamped Sunday evening show is a real boon for lovers of snow p0rn trapped in a wintery Britain sadly lacking in powder of the boardworthy variety.
Still I have no hesitation in saying Ski Sunday’s presenter Ed Leigh is a bastard.
A bold statement to make and actually he seems like a fairly nice bloke, but he’s a lucky bastard at least to grab a dream job of touring the world for the Beeb and being paid to snowboard some of its more exotic spots.
Last night’s trek to Gulmarg, in the Kashmiri Himilayas was incredible – featuring literally filthy amounts of powder, awesome fresh tracks and the highest Gondola in the world.
Dammit I hate him, and if ever by some chance he becomes hor de combat and you're in need of a replacement: Aunty Beeb: pick me! Pick me!
Still in the unlikely event this blog ever earns enough cash for me to retire – at least I now know where I’m going to reside. Meh.
You don’t usually think of the UK as a hotbed of winter sports but apparently there’s over one million of us Brits who regularly take to the slopes each winter - to wipe each other out , sneer at skiers and drink ourselves insensible in random Alpine towns (actually the winter sport where we have the highest medal potential).
So whether you love or loathe Ski Sunday’s Top Gear-style makeover, there’s no denying that the revamped Sunday evening show is a real boon for lovers of snow p0rn trapped in a wintery Britain sadly lacking in powder of the boardworthy variety.
Still I have no hesitation in saying Ski Sunday’s presenter Ed Leigh is a bastard.
A bold statement to make and actually he seems like a fairly nice bloke, but he’s a lucky bastard at least to grab a dream job of touring the world for the Beeb and being paid to snowboard some of its more exotic spots.
Last night’s trek to Gulmarg, in the Kashmiri Himilayas was incredible – featuring literally filthy amounts of powder, awesome fresh tracks and the highest Gondola in the world.
Dammit I hate him, and if ever by some chance he becomes hor de combat and you're in need of a replacement: Aunty Beeb: pick me! Pick me!
Still in the unlikely event this blog ever earns enough cash for me to retire – at least I now know where I’m going to reside. Meh.
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