What do you do when you feel a bit delicate after too much Marques de Riscal the night before, when you've done all your singing in church for the weekend, when it's not a Stitch n Bitch week, when you can't go to town because you spent all your money at the SECC, and anyway, there don't seem to be any buses on?
Why you go to Alexandra Park of course!
While there I saw many's the snowman, some Olympians of tomorrow sliding down the slopes with bread crates (luge-Glasgow style), dogs faithfully trying to retrieve snow balls for their masters and plenty of snow art. But the most remarkable thing I saw was a man skiing down the slopes.
Skiing down the slopes in Alexandra Park?!? Or should I say 'piste'? Think I've seen everything now!