Skiing isn’t the safest way to spend your weekends – that’s sort of the point. Strapped to a plank or two, you’re momentarily looking death in the face, and as a result know a little more about what life is. But 50 in a single season? That’s a lot of cold bodies. Think I’ll stick to Triathlon; at least the dangers of swimming in Britain’s rivers and reservoirs are curable with a shot of drugs.