Cider + Old friends = more laughing than you can shake a baby at !
A couple of weeks ago now i organised a bit of a catch up with a few of my old friends who in all fairness i had lost touch with ( as you do ) and decided that the Camera beer and cider festival at the Worcester racecourse looked like a good bet!
Myself along with Andrew "face" Parsons,Daniel"ratman" Wilson and James "cheesy louisey" Harrison (My nickname is either Fatboy or stupid or even a mixture of the 2) met up in town and headed to the festival that promised Beer ,cider ,food and music and let's be honest, what else do you need ?! On a seperate note! why is it that gangs of lads feel the need to give each other nicknames? It is certainly the case with me and my friends and almost to the point that if someone calls them their real name i dont straight away know who they are talking about?!
I will say now that from the moment we arrived i was not dissapointed in the slightest ! I went there literally thinking i could have a half of all the ciders they had but the actual truth of it is that if i had i would of had to have been a love child of George Best and Oliver Reed to have survived if i had . There was so much there that you literally couldn't see an end to what seemed to be the London maraton of booze !
The day started off with what i can remember was a Strawberry cider that was made in Malvern and was a modest 6.8%. The 4 of us then had a look around the festival and the variety cider and beer was like no other i had seen before in my life! They had every type of berry infused cider going , they even had traditionally made cider that had a dead rats in it for crying out loud! This place meant business, and one thing Worcestershire and its surrounding areas do well is drink and this was reflected in the magnitued of what was on offer that day! Anyway .. We all took our drinks outside grabbed a seat on the floor and considering i haven't seen these guys in years we just picked up where we left off and the banter was flying around even more than the grass bombs that we were throwing into each others drinks!
We had been there a few hours and the strawberry cider was still going as strongly as the banter when we were joined by The pork, Neathy and his son. Bit of back ground here "The Pork" Chris Park used to kick around with us at school and had more nicknames than anyone else i have known and Chris Neath thinks he is a speedway rider and his son is... his son ! As soon as they rocked up nothing changed and we were just sat around taking the piss out of each other whilst Cheesy Louisey got a bit of a kicking off Neathys son ( I must add that Cheesy had a bad head ache in the morning ,then had a few ciders, and then ends up getting punched in the face by a soon to be 5 yr old kid.. You can take the boy out of Pershore..)
I will add in here that we were having a great day and we had bumped into a lot of people that we hadn't seen for a long time
We had been there for lets say 6 hours and we had been joined by Bill, The Monk and The Thief and at this stage i was pretty drunk but still in control of most of my bodily fuctions and that is when i sat with the Pork and we got chatting..This proved to be a very pivital point in the day .. Me and The Pork used to be the once "Big drinkers" in the group and after chatting for a while i was challanged by him to "down your pint if i down mine!". Now looking back on this moment today i am wondering why every fiber in my body was not saying " dont be a twat Stuart ! you know this is going to end badly !!.. Why are you even listening to this pissed up idiot?. FOR FUCK SAKE DONT BE SUCH A TOOL STUART !!". But instead of hearing any of that all i heard was a challenge, and a challenge i was not going to back down from!!!!! Now for those of you who don't know me i am to say the least, very competetive! and if you throw down a gauntlet you better be ready yourself because i will go at whatever it is with everything i have!. So The Pork picked up his drink( This was a blend of Rats tail cider 7.2% and a grosso medium 7.5%) and he went at it like a pig at a potato and the drink was finished in seconds! At this moment all i was thinking was "you ginger bastard! now i am going to have to drink mine even quicker" . So i duly picked it up and i think i just shaded it which gave me a moment of glory , a moment of elation , a moment of pride, which was then followed by an evening of falling over, playfighting ,losing shoes and then finally losing myself. But having heard what The Pork went through i think i got off lightly. The Pork and i quote" fell over more times than i have ever seen anyone fall over , I can actually make a montage of him falling over in my head" ! and " i have never seen anyone that drunk in my life ! He was cuddling everything he could and if he wasn't cuddling he was falling over" and that along with dancing in his very own brand of blended cider (his sick) which ended up on his face and also laid claim to some poor young lady in making her go arse over tit!. The once fat but forever ginger porky really did make his mark on the festival and by that i mean more than just his arse prints in the floor of the place!
I wanted to finish this with a few pictures of his dimise but can i add that there are better ones out there and i will add them in due course!
This one is just for fun !
Chris " The pork" Park with Daniel "Ratman" Wilson
Also i would like to thank everyone who was out that day as it was a great day to say the least !
A couple of weeks ago now i organised a bit of a catch up with a few of my old friends who in all fairness i had lost touch with ( as you do ) and decided that the Camera beer and cider festival at the Worcester racecourse looked like a good bet!
Myself along with Andrew "face" Parsons,Daniel"ratman" Wilson and James "cheesy louisey" Harrison (My nickname is either Fatboy or stupid or even a mixture of the 2) met up in town and headed to the festival that promised Beer ,cider ,food and music and let's be honest, what else do you need ?! On a seperate note! why is it that gangs of lads feel the need to give each other nicknames? It is certainly the case with me and my friends and almost to the point that if someone calls them their real name i dont straight away know who they are talking about?!
I will say now that from the moment we arrived i was not dissapointed in the slightest ! I went there literally thinking i could have a half of all the ciders they had but the actual truth of it is that if i had i would of had to have been a love child of George Best and Oliver Reed to have survived if i had . There was so much there that you literally couldn't see an end to what seemed to be the London maraton of booze !
The day started off with what i can remember was a Strawberry cider that was made in Malvern and was a modest 6.8%. The 4 of us then had a look around the festival and the variety cider and beer was like no other i had seen before in my life! They had every type of berry infused cider going , they even had traditionally made cider that had a dead rats in it for crying out loud! This place meant business, and one thing Worcestershire and its surrounding areas do well is drink and this was reflected in the magnitued of what was on offer that day! Anyway .. We all took our drinks outside grabbed a seat on the floor and considering i haven't seen these guys in years we just picked up where we left off and the banter was flying around even more than the grass bombs that we were throwing into each others drinks!
We had been there a few hours and the strawberry cider was still going as strongly as the banter when we were joined by The pork, Neathy and his son. Bit of back ground here "The Pork" Chris Park used to kick around with us at school and had more nicknames than anyone else i have known and Chris Neath thinks he is a speedway rider and his son is... his son ! As soon as they rocked up nothing changed and we were just sat around taking the piss out of each other whilst Cheesy Louisey got a bit of a kicking off Neathys son ( I must add that Cheesy had a bad head ache in the morning ,then had a few ciders, and then ends up getting punched in the face by a soon to be 5 yr old kid.. You can take the boy out of Pershore..)
I will add in here that we were having a great day and we had bumped into a lot of people that we hadn't seen for a long time
We had been there for lets say 6 hours and we had been joined by Bill, The Monk and The Thief and at this stage i was pretty drunk but still in control of most of my bodily fuctions and that is when i sat with the Pork and we got chatting..This proved to be a very pivital point in the day .. Me and The Pork used to be the once "Big drinkers" in the group and after chatting for a while i was challanged by him to "down your pint if i down mine!". Now looking back on this moment today i am wondering why every fiber in my body was not saying " dont be a twat Stuart ! you know this is going to end badly !!.. Why are you even listening to this pissed up idiot?. FOR FUCK SAKE DONT BE SUCH A TOOL STUART !!". But instead of hearing any of that all i heard was a challenge, and a challenge i was not going to back down from!!!!! Now for those of you who don't know me i am to say the least, very competetive! and if you throw down a gauntlet you better be ready yourself because i will go at whatever it is with everything i have!. So The Pork picked up his drink( This was a blend of Rats tail cider 7.2% and a grosso medium 7.5%) and he went at it like a pig at a potato and the drink was finished in seconds! At this moment all i was thinking was "you ginger bastard! now i am going to have to drink mine even quicker" . So i duly picked it up and i think i just shaded it which gave me a moment of glory , a moment of elation , a moment of pride, which was then followed by an evening of falling over, playfighting ,losing shoes and then finally losing myself. But having heard what The Pork went through i think i got off lightly. The Pork and i quote" fell over more times than i have ever seen anyone fall over , I can actually make a montage of him falling over in my head" ! and " i have never seen anyone that drunk in my life ! He was cuddling everything he could and if he wasn't cuddling he was falling over" and that along with dancing in his very own brand of blended cider (his sick) which ended up on his face and also laid claim to some poor young lady in making her go arse over tit!. The once fat but forever ginger porky really did make his mark on the festival and by that i mean more than just his arse prints in the floor of the place!
I wanted to finish this with a few pictures of his dimise but can i add that there are better ones out there and i will add them in due course!
This one is just for fun !
Also i would like to thank everyone who was out that day as it was a great day to say the least !
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