Some people claim to learn something new every day. Poor them! I make it my point to learn at least 5 new facts every day. Fact two on September 29th 2007 proved to be a stunna for me. I can’t count the number of times I have been to Switzerland and drunk Dôle thinking that it was a local grape. D’Oh! Marie-Bernard Gillioz Praz was the evil person who gate-crashed my ignorance.
I’ve got a question for you. Should one review an establishment when invited there to a party? When one’s hosts settled the bill? When the resto had to cope with 36 covers contemporaneously?
The answer is that it’s perfectly acceptable, as long as you have more cheek than a side of pork.
And so, we find ourselves in the 4 Vallées resort of Haute-Nendaz on the occasion of Alan’s 50th birthday party, where the great and the good (and for all I know, the not so great, and the not so good) assembled. You see, Alan’s friends fall into a number of categories: business; rugby; golf; parenting; Cobham neighbours; bob sleighing; paragliding; shark bating; interplanetary exploration; and the most fearsome Scottish walkers. For the record, I fall into the first category, and aspire to be fit enough one day to be measured alongside the latter group.
Stumble It!