There are few traditions in Val d’Isère that never seem to disappoint year upon year and the Saloon Pimps and Hookers party is definitely one of them. Unfortunately I had to work that evening but I thought I would pop in around 12:00am and see how the festivities were going on.
As I entered the establishment I was met by the highest non commissioned officer in the British Army (stationed in Val) in what appeared to be a red nigh-tie and bunny ears. I knew from that very second... it was going to a good night.
This is my head doorman... Owen... Say hello!
One of the many reasons for the night’s success is the amount of effort that the saloon staff go to... WOW there were “T*ts N Ass” everywhere. It is one of the few instances where you want to be served last... “No he was here before me” has never been spoken so many times.
"T*TS"
"N Ass"
Special mention has to go to the Wilson family (3 out the 4 girls are related)... the guy in the middle is a loser (sorry Jack... mainly jealousy talking).
I did a quick “figure of eight”, said hello to the Saloon staff and other seasonnaires in the place and snapped as I went.
Considering this is the Alps there was a distinct lack of clothing.. Not a complaint but an observation. So with a quick lap done I then had to head back to work and wait for the masses to come to Dicks.
Fraser
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