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Gstaad
Lusso’s resident priapus, Donald Twain, takes the slow train to arguably the finest Alpine resort in Switzerland and the white wet stuff gets everywhere. Etc. Of course you’ve been skiing before. Loads, I imagine. So why bother reading about some odd-named nobody going to Switzerland and falling down a mountain? Well, because skiing done…
SWISS, the world’s most refined and assiduous airline have put a Michelin chef to work on their catering. Thomas Patterson has the tedious task of sampling (and a light and a whistle for attracting attention). Ah, the inflight meal – is there anything more unappetising than the tinfoil-topped airline dinner, with its mystery meat served…
It happens when I look down. The life-flashing-before-eyes moment. I always thought it would be more impressive, but turns out my prominent memories are all the inane ones. I’m 6, losing the egg race at school and I’m crying. I try to focus instead on clawing myself over this last ledge and lying, face-down, on…