Or, as WL and OB staff writer Joe Cavanagh so beautifully put it: “Not Getting Totally Cunted Every Night.”

For many, a winter holiday consists of waking up at noon with what feels like a tarantula lodged in your oesophagus, then blearily heading up the hill to find a restaurant with outside seating in order to work on your goggle tan whilst throwing a few of the many Jaegers to come down your neck. In our humble opinion at least, this is what skis were invented for.

By all means go out every night and pour suspect-looking shots into your face until the early hours, but snowboards were created as the ultimate hangover cure. Embrace the last few drops of alcohol left in your system and use them to your advantage – it’s how legends are born.

But in all seriousness, unless your name is Roope Tonteri, maybe limit yourself to a couple of pints before your lesson first thing in the morning .