J2Ski Forum Posts and Replies by nuttynutnut

Not good.

I am taking my little boy who is 6 skiing in January.
Its a good job that the resort I am taking him to only has drag lifts and Gondolas.

Really hits home when you have a child of around the same age.

7 Jan

The main run which is sometimes closed over christmas is Daimonte Noir. Its a black run way up the top of the mountain.

A good run is a 10km one which takes reds, blues etc. I wouldnt advice this run for snow boarders because there is alot of uphill skiing.

Where in Flaine are you staying.

We normally stay at le totem.

I am there from 7th January and am getting a semi just thinking about it.

Niederau all the way

Woop Woop Woop

Tony_H wrote:

Snapzzz wrote:Tony- white leather? You are kidding right? Please say you are.

Are you kidding that you're asking? Blue sallos, green jacket, all thats missing are the white gloves. And they've got to be leather if they're white.
Or in your world does white mean gay?

Depends if they are full lenghth with lace on them

Cheers everyone for your help but I think if it went to poll the answer would be.

MOTORCYCLE GLOVES = BELLEND

I am going to use the N word..................

Niederau would be my choice and I dare say others would say the same.

Not sure how far from Munich though

Dont know whether this counts but I remember in 1999 when I first started dry slope skiing I had a funny experience.
You may be able to modify it to suit.

Anyway, never tried skiing before and didnt realise that you ideally needed lessons before you could go out on your own on the slopes.
Took a young lady to a dry slope in kent somewhere and the person behind the counter asked me if I had skied before and I said no. She said that I would need lessons.
Anyway after some old bullcrap about meaning I hadnt skied on dryslopes but had skied on snow before, she said okay and let my in.
Being the complete showoff that I was and still am to some extent, I took the button lift all the way to the top and hammered it down the slope at god knows what speed.
At the bottom I done snow plough and caught a piece of the matting that was sticking up which caused me to look rather like a tumble weed in a hurricane.
The only thing stopped me was the door opening to the ski hire room.
Landing with one leg in and one leg out, the manager of the slopes towered over me saying 'are you sure you have skied before' before asking me to return my skis.
Spent the next hour watching the girl I took out skiing.
Great day out and I ripped a hole in the ass of my jeans.