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Another piece of junk arrives from your favourite seasonnaire gutter journalist.
In case you don't have the energy to look at the website you will be reminded weekly of selected stories from the paper version of the enquirer. If, of course, this is all too much then there is information at the bottom of the page of how to rid yourself of my annoying ramblings.

Well the summers over the global economy has gone downhill faster than Bode Miller falling off a cliff, the stockmarket has gone up and down like a drunken nanny on viagra, Iceland (the country not the frozen food shop) have forgotten which matress they put all our money under.

In complete contrast Courchevel businesses have been spending money like its growing on trees. This summer a record number of cranes sprung up in 1850 with a permanent snake of cement mixers threading up the mountain and dumping their respective loads in a variety of sites. Chalets being rebuilt, Hotels being upgraded, new ritzy bars opening. Obviously the phrase "le credit crunch" is currently not in common usage.

Personally I've been putting my money into various private healthcare institutions and in exchange I have been magnetized, jabbed, anesthetized and prodded. Quite an experience.

So what better way to prelude the winter than to go to the Metro London ski show at Olympia or as I like to call it "my nine days of proper (hard) work this year".
Anyone visiting the show will find me selling goggles & eyewear on the Snow and Rock stand. Please come and say hi.

So until you find a big red number 2 in your inbox in December have a good winter.

Alex, the editor.