REALITY:
Ahhhh, mountain air, exercise, sunshine, sex. What could be better for one’s constitution than spending six months doing your favourite activity and getting fit at the same time? We’ll just gloss over the vitamin-free diet of cheese, vodka and stale croissants, that hacking cough you’ve had for eight weeks, flu, thrush, liver-damage and the fact you’ll probably leave the resort with four extra arse cheeks and a double chin (if you work in a chalet, anyway).
