Skiing naked is never advised and me and my friends being the smart lads we are compromised so it was only us in our boxers skiing down the Alps, genius!

OK so it started in the pub as most of my blog posts will and we said how it would be funny to ski down the mountains in only our boxers. It started 4 days before the event and on the first day it was a joke, on the second it became more of a realisation, on the third day terms and conditions were discussed with both parties coming to an agreement and on the 4th day we did it. We were fine - my friend noel and I were going to be grand but poor jack our other friend had only been skiing for as long as the bet had been in talks which was only 4 days, so bad times!

We gave our clothes to the others and proceeded to ski - it was all gravy baby until of course, SNOWBOARDERS! They throw snowballs from all angles so we used the only 5 things that could help us:
DODGE
DUCK
DIP
DIVE
...and DODGE!
It worked in the sense that we didn't die or fall but we were hurting. The snowboarders waited at corners for us - oh it was horrible but we got through this ordeal. We thought it was all over except for the sabotage that was to happen next. We got to the agreed meeting point for our clothes to be returned but, alas, we had been double-crossed! We skied for an additional hour to find our clothes as our friends and family had gone on the run with them.

Bad times - my nipples could have cut glass.

- Karl Mc Donald (Head of Research)