Courchevel 1850 Jan - April 2006 Click on the month you would like to read
month 1 8th feb
On my evening off I wandered up to the kitchen to see what was going on, it was a silly idea as when I went through the office door I saw a body collapsed on the floor, I quickly identified it as our most elderly member of staff (31) and called to the others in a bit of a panic, then shook him. He rolled over blind drunk and told me to leave him alone. I kicked him several times for giving me a scare before calling Tom to find out how he ended up this way. Apparently he had just announced to everyone in the lounge that he was heading off for a sleep under the desk. Great behaviour. He is now comfortably tucked up on a chair in the basement/laundry room where nobody is allowed to sleep because of the apparently dangerous cleaning products.
Skiing on ice
I avoided crashing with a little dot, but after not being able to turn on a massive patch of ice, I ran over the back of someone’s skis and stacked it properly. I lost a ski, a pole, my hat, and hit my head. The next woman to come past told me, in a caring kind of way, that I should slow down a bit. Was she suggesting that I was hooning down the hill completely out of control??? Moi?
month 2 Wed 7th march
Hanging out with young people is no bad thing. They are stress free and generally pretty silly. As usual after work today we sat around talking absolute shite in the lounge for a few hours, I do mean shite. “Rice with pea” in a crap Chinese accent was shouted out a lot, Bullet entertained himself by making two gloves have conversations like they were puppets (yes, they did shout rice with pea, before he cleverly moved his finger and managed to simulate a puppet on puppet blow job), but when they moved on to the waitressing, how to balance all the forks under one knife, and “how many plates can you carry?” topic, I had to make my exit.
Sat 11th March
We have a new kitchen porter who can’t use his left arm.
month 3 29th March
Ollie has invented a game called "face your fears" featuring the swing doors in the kitchen. You open the door until it is touching your toes and then line your nose up against the wood. In this position when the door swings back at you it will come very very close to your face, but stop just in time because it will hit your feet first. I was in stitches for several minutes when a guest caught Ollie shouting "it touched my nose!!" when he was playing the game whilst wearing a karate kid style head band made out of kitchen roll.