The crackle of skis on vertiginous pistes, an icy puck at the base of a brawling mass of burly hockey stars or the moment of silence before the lycra-clad ski-jumper…

I’ve often wondered why people give names to inanimate objects, why they feel the need to christen cold steel, personalise plastic or anthropomorphise auxiliaries. Perhaps it’s superstition – a belief…

Why do accidents happen at the most inopportune times? Occurring when you least need them and potentially putting a crew member out of action or more. Accidents vary from the…