Wanna know why? I’m in Banff, Canada, snowboarding, that’s why!

Hee hee! Conditions aren’t the greatest, but they’re good enough. Sunny as a sunny thing today, so we’ll forgive the slight lack of new snow. It’s bucketing down in California right now apparently, but whatever. A good time is being had by all. The usual form: knackered by 4 in the afternoon, pretend to read a book and fall asleep, meal out somewhere and then early to bail because it’s up at the crack of sparrowfart for another day balancing on a tray.

This week’s fashion accessory is the helmet: everyone in the group, and I mean everyone, now has one. Makes you feel proud we’re all so damned sensible. The terrain here kind of demands it, really. We have tri-area passes: Norquay, Lake Louise and Sunshine Village. Certainly Sunshine in particular is the kind of place where a helment is sensible: it’s not like European resorts with well-defined pistes - the whole terrain is ridable, and so the odd rock or tree stump can crop up pretty much anywhere.

I had a little argument with a tree root today, as it happens, but no harm done. It was after sticking 3 landings in a row off a little jump we found, so I was in a peachy mood. The full-on face plant didn’t darken my mood much.

I’m off to wash my hands now after using this public internet booth. The keyboard’s tackier than in ought to be (ick).

Feel like utter krep. Benilyn Day & Night is my friend.

Feed a cold and starve a fever. I say “explain”, perhaps what I mean is “excuse”. All the lardy food is just cos I was sickening for a cold. Cough cough. Ha!

Ten hours’ driving in two days with NO BLOODY RADIO and I’m going slightly bandy. Still, the Bill Bryson CD I was forced to buy is superb. It’s the one where he goes home to the States and tours around. Favourite phrase: “stupid as pig dribble”.

Knackered. Going to bed. How long will I sleep? Shall I start the bidding at 10 hours?

Wasn’t the Sumo Feast, though, it was the bloody piped Dido.

Actually the food here is no great shakes, really. That’s a shame because Tampopo that was here before was superb.

Samsi in Manchester. Kirin beer. Sushi. Blogging on my mobile phone. A purring geek. :-) By the way, that wasn’t an attempted Haiku.

Sewn up by half time my fat hairy arse. Good close game, but what on Earth was the Eagles’ clock management like? Worse than mine! No urgency at all, next week would do. Oh well, that nice Mr. McNab blew his chance.

Started watching Numb3rs through the wonders of broadcatching. Pretty good, I’d say. Not that we don’t already have enough to watch on Sky Plus…

Is it just me, or does MSG (or something else in some Chinese food) give me really wacky and sometimes really unpleasant dreams? We were celebrating a birthday last night, and had a really good Chinese in Sawston at the Jade Fountain but the dreams, the dreams! Yeesh. Horrid. I don’t feel like I slept at all. Bizarre.

On another note, now I have to decide whether I’m going to try and stay up for the Superbowl (coverage starts at 10pm here in the UK) or just do the dance of avoiding news broadcasts and watch it tomorrow. I’ll probably watch it live at least part-way: not to be a pessimist, but I reckon perhaps Brady’s team will have it sewn up by halftime anyway.

Pshhh. Can’t even beat Rotherham. Oh well, Findus Crispy Pancake league here we come. I don’t like football any more.

Gerrard managed to get himself suspended for the cup tie. At least that means that we have even less chance to waste more effort on the next round of the Cup, and that Gerrard will not miss a league game as a result of his petulence. It’s pretty piss-poor when that’s the best positive you can take away from a game like this. And why was Chris Commons substituted? Injury or managerial brainstorm?

But no, not Professor Lord Winston, EXPERT, for having a daft tash and being the only man alive who can make Jonathan Miller look like a self-effacing wallflower, but some jockey or other.

Funny, Winston’s TV programme about personality types has a cod Cosmopolitan-style tester online. I came out of it as a Big Thinker. Ha! The blurb reads like a horoscope - platitudinous: no doubt none of the 16 possible types are described as “dim-witted tossers” :->