Wednesday, December 10, 2014

RUN 1695, Venue: Fletcher Crt. Mt Helen, Virgin Hare: Plucka Duck 08 December 2014

Not surprising that there was no repeat of last week’s Deb Arckle when Fluid Movement and Plucka Duck got lost. The venue was at Plucka’s abode.  The only one there earlier was The Billy Goat and he got there Friday!
After an overcast day, the sun broke back over another mountain, Mt Helen, and we went forth.  Instead of visiting the mining side of the mountain, we went to the twilight side of Greenhill. The runners were on a similar path to the walkers but they never met, they never kissed.  Until they circumnavigated the Uni and Kruised Inn to the drink stop out front of the art deco café and enjoyed ale and some Shapes. On home though the leafy suburb noting birds and calls and birds walking dogs.
Continuing on from the lost and found theme, Bad Hair Day lost his spray jacket to cap off his hat and hair loss of last week and Lois Lane located some poor Bulldog fan’s 2015 membership Garb, Hat and all. The owner of last week’s wallet couldn’t readily be contacted so the police were given something to do.
Into the loverly lined carport for Down downs so Half a Bar wouldn’t scare the neighbours off with his farks and fark-a-dark.  Fortunate were we to welcome a new attendee, Paul Bearer, spouse of Plucka.  Though he didn’t run he puts in harder than most.  Significant runs drinks were called for MastaBait 1181, (had one before one ate one) and the Billy Goat retrospectively for last week’s 1450.
Rowdy was called upon to screw the Virgin Hare as he is known to be suitably gentle. He offered words of comfort, insight, guidance, some tips for next time and rubber gloves.  He then heartily put on his best gutter tramp voice to sing Heavy’s screw song, to the tune of “Wouldn’t it be Loverly”

All I want is a seat somewhere
Far away from the seafood Fare
With no seafood anywhere
Oh, wooden tit be loverly?


Lots of vegi-cakes for me to eat,
Cooked far away from Normal’s Meat.
Warm face, warm hands, warm feet
Oh, wooden tit be loverly?


Gifted with some wire ducks lifted from their own laundry, the host couple downed their drinks together like it was their 20th anniversary.
Spencer Hocking took the floor and sung one of his old favourites, “round and round went the great big wheel” and pointed out the prick of steel attached to an engine. A green wood splitter indeed!

Bloody Greens, green Wood, Greenhill, Snake Valley greens, Green knee. Rear Entry ate his greens and was charged as he and his tiffing mates were collected by Rowdy and went on from where they left off last week, arguing all the way about not much.

Rear Entry claimed to have spied Sargent Spencer coincidently in Hocking Street. Criss Cross was shown the carport pedant that hangs to stop driving too far in and hitting the back wall or wiping your pushbike off the roof rack.  Silic really was hopeful of getting the freebie 2015 Dog membership or at least the hat, though he was already wearing a flywire veil having walked through Plucka’s closed screen door!

Lois Lane made her crack about the spare bed against the wall, it was close to a good line. Spence noticed a box on the top shelf labelled Heavy Copper.  The Bill drank and Heavy can have one next week.
Spartacus and Pus Bucket rolled in under the roller door having earlier found a friend with a fridge just down the road.  A re-enactment of the re-united couple, (Pus and Mounty that is) was called for, replicating the scene as seen in the Miner newspaper. Goblet, grins and all.

The previously unexplored carport certainly did provide some interesting material for the evening. Thanks PB and PD for sharing it with us, then for Silic’s bbqing out back and Sweets!

Hope BP is soon good to go because BN is taking us back to the scene of her 1000th outing, La Gerche’s in Creswick for,

Next Week’s Run: end of Sawpit Road Creswick     Hare; Bent Nose    Theme;  Olfactory Fatigue BBQ and HHH grog

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