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View from the top of the Cretes lift

Well if the weatherman can’t get the short term right there is no way some bloke in the Climate Research Centre of East Anglia can possibly have any idea what the weather is going to do in the year 25 25 (if man is still alive).

Despite all prior prognostication, it is fantastic here, crisp, but beautifully sunny, in fact given the cold the snow is staying really fraiche.

We had been predicted snow and fog and rain and rubbish all week – but not a bit of it, clear blue skies and enough sun to just give me the hint of panda eyes – if it continues I might shave my Chopper Reid moustache, but it is popular with the locals.

The best thing is of course, the lack of people, actually for some reason there was a two minute queue at the bottom of Clot Gauthier, odd considering it’s a fast six man lift.

The British Army is out in force, they even have a “Be the Best” banner strewn across the Luc Alphand piste, which made me ruminate a bit.

I can’t help feeling a bit sad that the army (any army) is really well silly and rather murderous. If human life is sacred and special surely joining a body whose sole purpose is to go and kill someone, who you’ve never met and don’t know from a bar of soap, is somewhat well blasphemous almost? And that’s without getting into being prepared to kill a load of people you didn’t mean to whilst trying to kill those you did – oh and destroying your soul at the same time.

On the flip side joining a body that will be sent somewhere to get killed for some people you don’t know also seems rather stupid.

Maybe it was hearing John Lennon’s socialist rant “Imagine” on the radio this morning, that has put me in a Georgia state of mind. Imagine, a world where everyone is different and nobody cared, not some united blandishments of Benniton bollocks.

By the way we are predicted (I’ll believe it when I see it) some new falls from Sunday through to late Tuesday, it’s not like the pistes need it, but it will be something to write home about. Imagine that.