The Haverthwaite vs. Holker
The Year of Our Lord 1994
with added interjections in red
In February 2003 a few of us old Cartmelians (and a Lonsdale lad) made our way to the hallowed ground of Lancaster University. Those present were James, Harry, Alex, Loz, Giles and Kevin. Here is a tale of another weekend of old farts living in the past. Hope you enjoy it.
It was going to be the magnificent seven, but due to impending marriage and house moving arrangements of last year’s infamous late night escapades Mr Mickleburgh we ended up as just a nice round 6.
And we are pleased to welcome two new entrants in the reunion hall of fame. Sir Alex of Walsh graced us with his presence this year as did Lord Giles of Middleton. Good to see our web based waffling and tales of drunken pizza ordering has had an effect and brought some new blood to these events.
Arrival this year was all by car with Gilesy and me arriving just after 6pm, allowing us the opportunity to park where the hell we wanted on campus. Gilesy it is fair to say wasn’t in the best of health, having claimed to have eaten a metal object. Either he’d been watching too much Simpsons (the one where Bart swallows a metal object from a packet of Krusty Flakes) or he’d been at the Shuriken Stars again! Due to the fact that we were first at the Uni, we had a pick of the rooms, so chose the one at the end of the corridor, which (because size matters) was the larger of the two in this block. The third room was somewhere across a courtyard, which later gave Kev & Loz the privacy they’d desired. (more…)
In January 2002 a few of us old Cartmelians made our way to the hallowed ground of Lancaster University. Those present were James, Harry, Rob, Loz and Kevin. Had the years mellowed us? Did we spend the weekend talking about our villas in Tuscany and our tax returns? Have we in fact, grown up at all? Well here, James and my good self take you through the weekend’s events…we’re sorry about what you are about to read.
Well it’s over a week now, but it feels much longer. This must be due to the fact that the weekend was far beyond what could be described as entertaining. Both Harry and myself met up in Cartmel Bar sometime between 2-3pm synchronised by the use of mobile phones. How things have changed.
Kev had offered me a lift to Lancaster, but I felt that freezing my nads off at Preston Station was all part of recreating that authentic Lancaster University experience. It also allowed me to get to the bar around lunchtime to join Jimbo in our traditional afternoon pint and the usual inability to complete the crossword in the Daily Mirror. (more…)
An account of the epic journey of one James and one Harry.
Their quest, to return to Lancaster University in autumn 2001 and see what fun could be had by a pair of ex-students in their former stomping ground.
An account of the epic journey of one James and one Harry. Their quest, to return to Lancaster University in autumn 2001 and see what fun could be had by a pair of ex-students in their former stomping ground.
Although the reunion involved just Harry and me, it was so say the least a superb weekend. (more…)