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altitude problem

Wednesday 11th March 2009

As you may have seen on the news page, at the end of the month I'm appearing at the Altitude Festival at the ski resort of Méribel in France, at the behest of my old friend and colleague Marcus Brigstocke, the Hardest Skiing Man In Showbusiness (TM).  It's been a hard-won behest as behests go; I've been on at Marcus to get me on at Méribel ever since he started booking gigs out there a few years ago, and this year I guess the whining just got too much for him.

I've been wanting to learn to ski for a while; not specifically because I have any interest in skiing per se, it's just that having learned in the last few years to drive and to scuba dive (although not in that order, interestingly) I figure if can can get skiing together than I will be able to do Everything James Bond Can Do.  It's important to throw your inner eight-year-old a bone occasionally.

Since we don't get many holidays these days I've managed to wangle it so that if I play the festival for Not That Much Money, the organisers have graciously agreed to fly Clara and the kids out with me and we can make a bit of an occasion out of it.  Long-term readers will recall I pulled off a similar stunt with a gig in Malta about eighteen months ago (our last overseas "holiday"). 

Of course, Astrid has arrived in the meantime and as such we're now furiously trying to get her passport application together, which has involved taking a photo of an easily distracted ten-month old which conforms to HM Passport Office standards.  This isn't easy.  At least we've done this once before; applying for Greta's first passport when she was much the same age, so we knew the only thing for it is to lash her to a high-backed armchair with a dressing-gown belt and get as many headshots taken as possible before she started crying (which she never did, bless her).

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