Adrian Hall’s Drivel
How times change. I used to be a fan of nasty Japanese sportsbikes. The day before yesterday I took delivery of a new Yamaha X-Max 250. It’s sweet, and my gym stuff and a helmet fit under the seat. Perfect for buzzing around Madrid. Here’s an X-Max photo. (Mine’s yellow.)
The 2007 Six Nations has had me - again - hoping for the unlikey - an Irish Grand Slam. Surely, the team that had back to back victories over Australia and South Africa could handle France. Well, no they couldn’t.
The one thing the Irish are world champions at is tragedy. They look like they’re going to do it, then fail heroically. Mind you, if I’m honest, there was nothing heroic in the missed tackles that gave France a try one minute to time, just complacency. Two minutes earlier, when Ireland didn’t believe the game was in their hands, that try would have been impossible.
Oh well. As long as they beat England, all is forgiven.
Well, it turned out there was enough snow for some good skiing. I opted for skis over snowboard because of ice and, if I’m being honest, diminshed flexibility - also known as no longer being a spring chicken. Still, having not skied for five years I discovered it’s like riding a bicycle. After a nervous morning, the turns were loosening up, and thanks to my recent gym fad, I stayed the distance. By the end, I was getting back to old form. Now I want to go again.
Morzine is a good resort. The Morzine pistes themselves lacked snow, but with a fast cable car to the higher, purpose-built Avoriaz and, from there, connections to the big Portes du Soleil ski area, there’s no shortage of places to go.
