Let me explain... In March 2013, 31 under 30s - some of whom knew one another, some that didn't - gathered at Gatwick airport and departed for Les Deux Alpes, united by 2 powerful existential driving forces: To ski and to apres ski. And that week damn near changed my life.
Short of committing to a 31 way marriage - I did suggest it - we vowed to rekindle our winter sports relationship the following year, this time in St Anton: A new mountain for fresh mayhem.
That time has come. The time to be #SillyForSevenDays; forget myself and frolic in powdery drifts, slide on my bottom, make snow angels, pump my fists, enjoy jager trains, ski alot, fall over more, develop snow blindness and suffer from cheese sweats. All these dreams will be ours, and what else? Since the ski cult has grown to a band of 50 strong adventure loving buffoons! We cannot be stopped. Our desire is too strong. The world is ours! In the epic words of Nathan Young, "We are designed to party! This is it!"
So long suckers - I'll leave you with the rest of that exquisite rooftop speech...