I can see how, if after making your way to the top of some mountain for a spot of skiing, you were to realise that you had left the gas on in your chalet; that hopping on a tea tray and heading back down again – fast – might be the answer. I have always wondered about what posesses a man (or woman) from wanting to sit on said tea tray in an all-in-one lycra suit (á la the luge) and head down the hill feet first at speeds higher than 100 mph. To lie face down, head first on said tea tray with your chin only 2 inches from the ice and reach speeds of 120 mph as seen in the ‘skeleton bob’ seems to me to be utter lunacy. And there’s a thing; skeleton bob – as in your skeleton is going to be only thing recognisably yours at the end of it – I would guess…