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Having scaled the side of the mountain, we were deposited outside our hotel. Mr McLay approached the reception. "Do you have reservations?" he was asked. "Well, yes, but now we're here, we may as well stay."
The rooms were so small you couldn't brush your teeth sideways, but there was always a choice for dinner - take it or leave it. They changed the sheets twice a day — from one room to another. On being told that the room with a view overlooking the slopes would cost
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50 francs a day extra, Mr Beattie asked: "How much if I promise not to look?"
In actual fact the Beau Soleil turned out to be one of the better hotels we've stayed at. The only criticism was that there was a gaggle of schoolgirls also in situ who screamed at any opportunity. They especially screamed at Graham King and worshipped him daily from the hotel balcony. Alasdair Spence, however, received the ultimate knock-backs: "You've got a really great personality, its a pity you're so ugly." Alasdair told her she had everything a
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man could want - big muscles, moustache and a tattoo. Nick 'the flirt' Burge pretended to be 19 and engaged, whereas we knew he was 18 and pretty vacant. Niall Thomson picked up our end-of-holiday award for the person most likely to be a future ski-rep. Cameron Chisholm has to be surgically removed from his skateboard at school, so it was no surprise to anyone that he and his snowboard were inseparable.
Euan Stewart, our resident joker kicked off our trip by putting ice in someone's bed, but did
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