Jay may have said “30’s the new 20, I’m so hot still”, but it is apparent after three days on the mountain and seven years since my last winter season, that 30 is not so much the new 20 when you’re trying to spend all day sliding down mountains.
In two weeks’ time I fly to Canada for the next couple of years. My resignation 10 weeks ago from my three and half year career will finally come into action, spelling an end to my time in London. I’ll be on a plane to Canada to start a new life, with probably less grime music, but more snow and bears.
As Canada’s newly elected government plans to legalise cannabis, the UK starts to look ever more backwards for not having done already. But what would actually happen if they did?