Aprons and arses

We knew everyone would get overexcited on the last ever transfer day (this season), but noone expected to see quite so many arseholes on Saturday night. The Auberge and Catina boys did as they have been threatening for a while and left the hotel wearing only Skiworld aprons. Well, if you want the detail some wore women's thongs, grass skirts, or socks underneath. The drinking had started very early, and after Ollie (recently promoted to status of legend for landing a smooth backflip on his first ever attempt) drank a special cocktail of chalet wine and Finkbrau in the same glass, he was the first to wander in to Gringos with his bare arse hanging out.
When the others arrived, the classy Gringos bar that we all know and love began to look like some strange bondage party - studded belts, testicles, and people being whipped repeatedly with a tea towel. Worryingly, several hotel guests witnessed all this. The general reaction was amused but slightly disturbed, until Fothers (who has never done a backflip) stuck a marker pen up Ollie's arsehole and most of them left. To be fair Ollie did have the words 'I am gay, insert here' written on his back with an arrow pointing in the right direction.
There was only one special guest who left the barÖ but then came back dressed exactly as the other guys except for a silly velvet hat. I wonder if he was sitting at the airport at 4 am that morning planning to get his buttocks out for the people of Courchevel.
'I'm very proud of my staff', these were the words of Paul (RM) on seeing the outfits. Not too much concern about the company logo on everyone's chest then? Take that Scott Dunn.
Obviously the plan all along was to head for KaliKalicoooos, but, having recently been nearly turned away when wearing bras made from cocnuts, it wasn't a dead cert that the lads would be let in. Luckily (for all the ladies of Courchevel) ÖÖ just couldn't quite keep a straight face when they turned up, and felt the need to shake them all by the hand when he opened the door. Within seconds they were dominating the dance floor with their awesome combo of clapping maneuvers and strip tease. The exhibitionism was scaring young women, well pretty much everyone really - none of them needed to have Ed's hairy crack that close to their face - and when someone thought it was a good idea to put their leg up on the dance floor fence and lunge, there was tackle flapping around everywhere.
The next morning, after several people had been sick and Ed had woken up still wearing a thong, we were trying to piece together the few fragments of memory to figure out what actually happened when Zac (ex-Skiworld) came out with, 'Right, lets go and slip down some hills and then tonight we'll get on it properly'. Oh how we laughed.