Sexy-snow-soldiers.

Any of you who are familiar with Carrie's blog will know just how dedicated a top-seded amateur snowboarder she is. And of you who have been on the receiving end of her sweet, sweet persuasion will have an idea of just how convincing the little snow-fox (her words) can be! And so after much toing and froing I succombed to the sexy-snow-soldier and booked in for 2 days, 1 night in Nagano, where all sexy-snow-soldiers go. Having spent about 8 ridiculous hours on the night bus to get to Nagano in January I was overjoyed at Carrie's organisational skills, scoring us a trip with only a 4 hour bus ride. The place we stayed at was ace, the mountain was ace, everything was ace. Except when I smashed the screen of my digital camera. That was gay. But otherwise everything was awesome, the onsen at the place we stayed was glorious. The beer vending machine was handy. The slopes were deserted. It was fucking great.

Carrie looking like Carrie, and me looking strangely like my brother. Weird.

In the absence of J-boys to ride, pink snowboards fill the void.