Cartmel Races
It was a good day out for Lancaster Uni students (and maybe still is). As well as horses running around, there was a fairground and, most importantly, a beer tent. I'd got a round in and had returned to where I'd left my mates, but they'd disappeared.

But no! There they were, waving at me from the waltzers. Waltzer man said their waltzer was full, and I had to go on the next one along. Apparently the fact that I was clutching four pints of beer was no problem. Soon I was joined by a couple of giggly girls, and everything started moving and spinning.

Three minutes later the ride stopped. I no longer had the pints in my hands, but I was sat next to two screaming, very wet young ladies and was myself drenched with ale. Oddly the girlies didn't call me a fucking moron, and thought that a good soaking only added to the fun.

Happy days, oh to be young again etc.
( MisterPunch did it that way on, Thu 9 Jun 2011, 13:08, 2 replies)

I love Cartmel Races!
Although I did get rather drunk there. They shouldn't have put the Pimms stand next to the pay out windows. My day pretty much went Gamble. Win. Collect. Ooh Pimms! Gamble. Win. Collect. Ooh Pimms!
( scarpe We Stole Bikes, Thu 9 Jun 2011, 13:21, closed)

Cartmel
is fucking fantastic. Last time I was there, there was a vicar drinking, gambling and swearing like a trooper. Almost gave me faith in the Church.
( His Popiness the Hole Invaded Poland on, Sun 12 Jun 2011, 20:31, closed)