Saturday, December 6, 2014

RUN 1694 Bungal Dam Blast Furnace Hares: Mastabait & Normal 01 December 2014

Better Late than Never! Or is it?  The only bungles about the Bungal run were a couple of thoroughly modern millies, Plucka and Fluid Movement, having relied on Tom Tom to tell them where to go, found themselves at the Dam access road.  Although it is only a kilometre away as the crow flies, these birds had to drive all the way around via Egerton and Lal Lal to be guided in by our own Tommy.  Even he took another wrong turn in life but eventually ended up in the picnic ground.
It was a beautifully mild evening, ideal for a gallop tackling hills, old kaolin, gold and iron mines, rocky outcrops with breathtaking views, creek crossings and more hills.  Then finally, a steep climb to the drink stop perched above the historic Blast Furnace built in the 1870s to produce iron from some small Bog Iron Ore deposits on the site.  Mining certainly has added colour, intrigue and richness to our heritage. (totally unbiased opinion.)  We drank our chilled beers and mused about the cash that was found strewn on the ground in the bush and the wallet found nearby. Fallout from foul play or just fall out of the fellow's pocket?
Rowdy, Mountee and Pus Bucket having celebrated 1000 runs last week were technically on palindromic 1001, Lois Lane missed being noticed last start for her palindromic run and Shafted similarly.  Even the wallet loser’s birthday was a palindrome, 19-11-91.
Heavy’s screw Song to the tune of Abba’s Mamma Mia, that Bait happened to watch the night before dreaming of his Normal life;
Normal’s been cheated by you since I don't know when
So Bait made up his mind, it must come to an end
Look at me now, will I ever learn?
I don't know how but I suddenly lose control
There's a fire within my soul
Just one look and I can hear a stubbie smash
One more look and I forget your an ass, w-o-o-o-oh

There was no shortage of incompetence in evidence;
Fluid Movement returned to her old ways, having to retrieve her car keys from inside her locked abode. We nearly had no Down Down drinks!
Political Stooges are back on stage to perform their puppetry for the string pullers, Rear Entry was pilloried as the boy that stood on the burning deck as the last on the right and was read his last rights. Turn the light off as you leave.

Rowdy was crying out for the return of the Prick of the week and he copped it having told a fatigued woman suspecting her iron was too low to put it on a higher shelf.  He would need plenty more numbing to bear the travelling trio on the way home IF they could collectively coordinate their departure. Who had the keys?

Criss Cross clearly couldn’t cross the creek cleverly so ploughed through the water to sweeten his sandshoes. Then Bent's fat eating tape worms must have been biting as he complained the Circle was too long!

Enough is enough! Though sometimes it is hard to get enough, we ate till we’d had enough. Dining sumptuously on a meal bigger than Masta’s Bait with Normal burgers from Gay Street Hamburger.  Only one complaint; the veggie burger was sizzled where the sausage sat in pure meat fat.  We will soon see how it should be done because……
Next Week’s Run: Fletcher Crt Mt Helen, (off Chatham Ave)  Virgin Hare; Plucka Duck  Theme;  Come as a vegetable

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