Well another winter season has passed, well flown by actually, the prospect of fresh powder is replaced with notion of soft slush and sunny days.

The season wind down at the British Championships (I use this term ‘wind down’ loosely), was a bit different to others;

In past years, its just been Liz and myself making an appearance and mingling among of the finest of the British snowboarding industry, but this time the entire Girly Legs Team – minus one Tinkerbelle – rocked centre stage, quite literally with golden girl Stef Nurding taking home two medals for women’s halfpipe and slopestyle.

Stef has spent all season training for the Brits and to establish herself in the British scene, from first to last lifts this girl showed super determination and we are all so proud of her for her two podium spots.

But, to a large majority of us the Brits isn’t about competing or being in the spotlight, it is about the over priced booze and the dirty parties. This year was no exception.

Liz and I, along with the rest of the British Freestyle Team were staying in a mismatched, quirky, but equally charming chalet about a 1 minute down hill sledge or 10 minute vertical limit climb from the apres ski haven ‘Crap Bar’ in Laax, Switzerland so going out was not a problem, coming home was – so the later we left it, the easier(?) it was.

Now the Crap bar, not crap, not sure why it is called that? But you can’t miss the 24-ton Granite Bar at the Valley Station!

The Brits isn’t shy of throwing a good party and between us, the Girly Legs team whole heartily took part in all of them. Its often impossible to avoid the judgmental looks from the Swiss and other nations, but shamelessly we partied and we partied hard.

Monday 22nd

Liz was hungover! Someone fed her scrambled eggs, she was happier. We went up the hill playing in the slush and drank beer. Hip Hop night in the evening, Liz didn’t stay out long and before the legendary British rapper Rodney P was on I’d lost my wingman. I however, shook some boom-tang on the dance floor with swedish sex pot Lina (fingers crossed soon to be in the Girly Legs team).

Tuesday 23rd

Got up, washed hangover away and straight up the hill to participate in being the fan club for our good friend Nick Atkins who was competing in the boarder cross. Sun shine, riding in hoodie raddness and beer! Being the night where the movie premier was getting shown, we decided not to go out, but after a few vodka with pink wine mixer, things changed – I went out with… I’m not sure really, anyone who would put up with my drunken slur and Liz got as far as taking her pajama bottoms off before presenting a cup full of sick to our mate. Needless to say she didn’t come out. My last memory, slumped in a toilet cubical, thinking ‘I need to go home’.

Wednesday 24th

Woke up far too early, still drunk, with a burnt mouth from late night hotdog. Found Liz, asleep in the living room, sick on the floor. Giggled a lot about the previous nights antics on both our parts and decided that the only way to get through the day would be to drink – in the sunshine on our balcony! So 9am trip to the garage, one bottle of vodka later and two very drunk girlies playing the in the ice cold swimming pool on a surf board that we found. Epic day! In-fact, highlight of the week! Night time brought a filthy night of dub step and drum’n'bass – Liz however, discovering some new shame from the previous night, left early to hide in the security of her duvet. I power drank at the bar until the days hangover had vanished and I was able to again make a fool of myself.

Thursday 25th

Halfpipe! Lina arrives with beer, wine and apples. Girly Legs Team whippet is up the hill and receiving his usual “coochy coo’in” from the ladies. This is the event where most of our friends are competing so we positioned ourselves at the bottom of pipe and slowly gulped down the beverages followed by a fun shred home, popping of anything pop-able.

A steady 2 hours of apres ski waiting for the prize giving where stef received her first medal for 2nd place – whoop whoop. Back home, quick turn around, back out, but not for me, this time Liz took the party into her own hands. I’m not sure what she got up, but I know it was messy as she did not move the next day, all day!

Friday 26th

Liz stayed in bed all day. Weather was rank, raining in town, gail force winds up the hill, chair lifts closed so Dan and I spent the afternoon in town drinking what was meant to be coffee, but turned into wine. At the night, well, this was night we were looking forward too! Rock night, plus there was no more events so a rather dedicated Stef was out to play too. Jager bombs, permenant marker tattoo’s, Liz went for a subtle ‘metal till I die’ across her neck, chad rock sign-a-longs, embarrassing pole dancing, dirty flighty fun. Infact it was so good, that none of us really remember.

Saturday 27th

Hungover. Have to pack up chalet, running late, cleaners arrive at 10am and tell us off, left, got as far as the 32 apartment in town, slept more, left again, got 30 minutes down the road, stopped, got out the car, slept on the grass for two hours, left again, got home about 7pm.

So that was the Brits for another year, our bodies now feel broken and abused, our wallets feel thin and pride damaged and that is just how we like it. The Girly Legs team truly showed that we can party and snowboard just as good as the boys and the Brits can expect to see us back next year, with more than one person competing!