Probably the most common question that I get asked during the winter season, be it in my capacity as a ski instructor or sometime transfer driver to the airport is, ‘So, what do you do in summer?’.
|life’s a beach|
So I thought I’d write a blog about what I’ve done since the ski season ended and for something to write about since I haven’t written anything since April.
This year, after meeting another particularly good coach who has joined the company that I work for, I have changed my approach to coaching. I have realised that much of the work that I did last year, although fun, wasn’t that constructive in making kids better at football. Trying to put myself in the shoes of a parent, I figured if they are going to pay X to come and have me coach them, then they should be a lot better at the end than when they started. Even the ones who don’t really want to be there.
Apart from this, I’ve been on holiday twice. Once on Danny’s stag do. 18 blokes go to Ibiza – can’t really tell you anymore about that but I had two amazing nights, one at Defected at Pacha and the usual Space on Sunday. The highlight of the Space night (apart from the eternity that we spent ensuring that everyone was ‘ready’ to go to Space on Bora Bora sodding Beach – never again Dan) was seeing one of my favourite DJ’s Deetron live and the other DJ who dropped a Dr Dre track into the middle of his set at about 4am. Dan won’t remember this though as he was having his face painted as a tiger at the time.
In an effort to offset the epic drinking that counts for the summer here, I’ve been helping a mate out who has been landscaping on an amazing Chalet up at 2000m above Les Crosets. It’s interesting trying to do a day’s work at that altitude because if you don’t keep yourself fed and watered properly, you start making silly mistakes due to the effects of the height.
As an aside on the subject of epic drinking, I got so drunk the other day at a wedding, I seem to have actually scared myself into soberness. I haven’t had a beer for about a week and a half now and the worst bit about it (apart from the rather worrying fact that this is about the longest it’s been since I started drinking at 15) is that I’m starting to feel quite good. I am even considering seeing how long into October I can go for without. The next thing you know I’ll be finding god.
I’m not missing the hangovers though..