Skiing

I am learning to ski. Starting next Monday at Bracknell dry ski slope. It would have been nice to learn on snow in the Milton Keynes XScape however that is over an hour away whereas Bracknell dry ski slope is fifteen minutes down the road from my flat (and cheaper I might add).

This is prompted by our trip to Vancouver and San Francisco next month where we are going up to stay in Whistler over the weekend and going skiing (or snowboarding if your name is Claire).

I am not sure at the moment whether to be excited about scooting down a mountain or terrified of falling off a mountain.

Nauru

I stumbled across The Republic of Nauru a few days ago. The fourth smallest country in the world and comprised of one, almost wholly strip-mined, tiny Pacific island and populated by 13,000 obese, yet incredibly poor, people. I thought it was an elaborate but fictional Wikipedia article to start off with but it turns out it is a real place. The history of the place sounds like the plot of a bad movie. Bizarre. The Lonely Planet (bearing in mind this is a pro-travel website) synopsis is brilliant.

Blue Men

On Friday I went to see the Blue Man Group in action with a bunch of Claire's girlie friends and their other halves (and Claire too). I had no idea what to expect as I couldn't find much detail on what these 'Blue Men' actually did.

However, I am pleased to say that the aforementioned 'Blue Men' were very entertaining and well worth going to see.

I would tell you what it was all about however that would spoil it if you haven't seen them (but I will say about the bit where one of Claire's friend's boyfriends was plucked out of the audience, stuck in a boiler suit, turned upside down, hurled aginat a wall and turned into a work of art which was particulary amusing).

What made the whole thing work was that you didn't know what they were going to do next. Go see.