Folk singer/comedian Mike Harding.

About 20 of us were an MTB/pot holing/drinking weekend in Chapel-le-Dale. After a hard day of MTB/pot holing/drinking we left our bunk barn to go to the pub over the road where we had booked a meal. When we got in it was deserted apart from Harding and a few of his mates who were having some sort of folk-off banjo duel. He didn’t look happy when we all trundled in and spoiled his private party. We weren’t rowdy or anything and sat listening until they had finished then even gave them a round of applause. The miserable sod just looked at of like we’d up turned his wheelie bin. Meh.

He buggered off and we played pool until about 3:00am. The landlord didn’t care as we probably spent about a grand in there.

Did Mike Harding not do a documentary series years ago when he cycled in the UK or US? I seem to remember him with Karrimor panniers and a ‘Skid’Lid’ helmet, which was one of the very first hard-shell helmets.

I seem to remember the strangest things…