Mitch's Birthday Bash 2010



Mitch had been considering throwing a party up at his wood shed for some time and finally he got round to doing it this weekend. He had planned it to be a kind of birthday bash but the original date coincided with a lot of us being at the Legion Riders rally so he put it back a week....awww bless!

It was a chillin' evening of spinning salty sea dits, army banter, sing-a-longs and bacon butties with coleslaw.

It was a weekend party of two halves...with Friday intended to be nothing more than the day-before-the-main-event but I went up anyway and was surprised as hell to find Scott from the All Arms Veterans MCC pitched up and having a beer. I rolled in on my dad's 650 Savage at 10 pm after a most pleasing run up from Morecambe in the twilight. Scott wasn't meant to be there 'till Saturday but for a host of reasons decided to come up a day early. There were 4 of us, a fridge full of beer, two guitars, a fire and a bag of harmonicas. Scot sang a few songs and played a few tunes..he's a bottle of surprises is that bloke and right up my street. Mitch's other two mates John and Craig were top lads too; John particularly good on guitar and vocals. It was a chillin' evening of spinning salty sea dits, army banter, sing-a-longs and bacon butties with coleslaw. It's the way forward is coleslaw and bacon.

Saturday was a different vibe altogether with lots of people including the obligatory kids running mad. Paul rolled in around 2pm followed by Rick at 5pm. I was having a swim at this point in the river and the kids were giving it Swallows and Amazons in Mitch's rubber boats.

People were arriving all the time and it was interesting to say the least when one of Mitch's mates called Tom rolled in on a 1943 Harley with a big fat Cuban cigar hanging from his lips. Quite a character was Tom and was basically the background guitar player, harmonica player and ukulele player for the rest of the night.

Mitch cooked a pot of chili on the open fire which was quite a brave thing to do in front of 20 watching faces considering he had never cooked one before but it was a welcome scran, especially when augmented with a tasty pasta salad knocked up by his German girlfriend.

Dunno what time I racked out but daylight was trying to make an appearance anyway. There were bodies still sitting "asleep" round the fire in the morning.......hardy souls are them Penrith lads. Sunday was meant to be shitty weather but it wasn't at all...well not while we were still there and Paul and I remained around the fire drinking tea and eating sausages till about 3pm.

Another quality weekend and I'll go back there at the first sniff of another party...well done Mitch

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I jumped on the Gixer at the crack of one o'clock Saturday, to wander North.

The M6 was full of tossers as usual, so I was delighted to peel off onto the Kendal Bypass, to head into the hills. The narrower the lanes got, the better the view got - it was awesome to be flinging the green beastie round the best countryside this country has to offer. Just a shame it all had to stop, as I reached my destination.

The temperature was insane for the Lake District - which would explain why most of the people at Mitch's were walking round semi-naked. Shame it was only blokes there, when I arrived...

Once my tent was pitched, Mitch took me in search of beer. But, thankfully, we had a detour. He showed me all manner of wonderful places and scenery, surrounding his wood shed. Places I didn't know existed. Fascinating. Then we popped into a shop for said beer - and an introduction to the grumpiest f*cker in the Lakes. God alone knows why people put up with him...oh, he runs the offy. That's why...

I wish I could play guitar like them...I don't want to spend years learning, I just wanna be able to play like that. Now. Is there an app for that?

On the way back to the shed, we stopped on the bridge to throw insults at Andy and the kids, floundering around in the river.

Eventually, we returned to base and got stuck into drinking and taking the piss out of each other. As Andy said earlier, we had many, many faces join us around the fire.

It was a well chilled atmoshere as everyone just sat around, chatting with friends old and new and just soaked-in the summer vibe, whilst listening to some great acoustic music, provided by the talented bastards amongst us. I wish I could play guitar like them...I don't want to spend years learning, I just wanna be able to play like that. Now. Is there an app for that?

Once dawn started to light up the Lakeland sky, I knew I had to wander over to my tent for a little shut-eye, but I really didn't want the evening to end - and can't wait till I get back up there again.

I just hope it isn't for Mitch's next birthday...

Wigan Paul


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