There were arguably a few fails this year. Most notably Bill & Ben the flower pot men, which a) are characters from a 1950s show, with a remake in the noughties, and b) consisted of the exact same outfits worn by the 'Irish dungaree-wearing tradesmen' of the St Patrick's Day fancy dress evening, only this time with upside down flower pots attached to their heads. I also failed. I had been planning to go as The Rugrats' Angelica, but discovered at the eleventh hour that our trip admin-er had also had the same idea, so I of course graciously bowed out and took the opportunity to christen my My Little Pony playsuit, which had been bought genuinely without any thought of fancy dress having actually crossed my mind. And finally - best of all - Steady Eddie, who hadn't really been paying attention when the fancy dress details were revealed on the Facebook message thread, had misinterpreted the brief as just '1990s', so had come dressed as a Madchester raver. Epic fail.
You'll notice Baywatch's Pammy in the front row. The wearer of this bodysuit goes by the name of Biggy Smalls, and she was a new recruit to this year's trip having never been skiing before. She looks pretty good in this picture, but it was sheer determination, luck and the wisdom of an unknown alpine saviour called Paul that got her there.
You see, earlier that day, Biggy Smalls had been taken up the mountain by our trip admin-er and the other beginners, as they didn't have Ski School. The conditions had been crummy all week and the slush moguls were proving to be less than fun for our girl Pammy. So much so in fact, that come lunchtime, when I joined her in the restaurant - having had a HUGE off myself on the other side of the mountain caused by a total inability to get any purchase on the morning ice in my ridiculous powder skis - she was cracking into a bottle of prosecco to settle her nerves.
To be continued...