Hey there. I'd say the chances were roughly the same as going in to a small local's bar in the Austrian alps with 25 people in fancy dress and the owner holding up his phone while you're all singing 'show me the way to amarillo' cos it turns out the owner is Tony Christie's cousin, and that's who he was on the phone to!!!!
We didn't manage to get a headsup game of drinking poker going, but not without trying first... problem was they only had Austrian cards in the bar... poor excuse I know.
What a mental night that was! So did you make it out on the slopes at all then Flushy or were activities purely confined to what you're best at?
Not so standard....are you sure this wasnt an alcohocl induced Mirage??