The perfect job?

I think I may have just found the most perfect journalistic job going. Well, to be more accurate, it's not going yet, but it's definitely something to think about.

Having just returned from a week skiing in France, I was amazed at how many Russians there were. Try to speak French, and you're met with blank looks, but throw in a few "приветствия" and away you go. And this got me thinking...

Ski resorts need to make money. And so they need to encourage Olga and Vlad to come and splash their cash on €42,000 diamond-encrusted skis, and schuss into the piste-side Louis Vuitton and Dior stores (yes, all that exists in Courchevel). They need them to drink vodka - plenty of it - and dine in the finest restaurants. They want them to spend €8,000 on a hog-roast cooked specially for them at 3,200m (yes, that too happens in Meribel) and they need to keep those helicopters bearing gold card-flashing Russians coming.

So what they really need is a magazine or newsletter keeping the Russians informed of the chicest chalets, smartest eateries and most desirable resorts. And who better to write this magazine than... me! I may only be able to order two big beers in Russian, but that doesn't matter - I can learn! I can test the height of luxury, and give them insider knowledge about the most exclusive enclaves. Yes, I definitely think that being luxury ski correspondent for the Moscow Ski Times is certainly the job to go for.