I can't ski at all (we're living in the lowest lowlands imaginable) and couldn't afford to go on the class trip where everybody learnt it. A few years later I went caravaning with a friend and her brother, but I was so awful at skiing that we gave it up and sledded down the slopes on empty trashbags that tore, whereupon we sledded down on our backsides/bellies/sideways. The rest of the night (we did that in the dark because it wasn't exactly allowed) we got lost in the forest in very wet clothes. When we made it back to the caravan, we got so completely pissed that we ended up plaing strip poker, even though the guy is totally gay and my friend totally straight, so the only person to enjoy it properly was I.
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And no, I have no idea why I'm telling you that, either. ";-P