A similar looking crowd masquerading as Hashers at
the same venue? Whoops too many intellects there under the big wall less rotunda.
Pebbles
knew the chilling southerly was on so we our tight mob got under the northern veranda
of the change rooms.
A cold change is usually not a change but today it
was. After a balmy night in the twenties the day deteriorated into the low
teens for the run with some rain and a floating scotch mist to boot. A baker’s
dozen runners partook of Pebbles’ intriguing trek exploring delectable
Delacombe. Parkland was pretty,
residential ripe, Industrial indescribable, the Twats held the interest of the gents, Bait
ensured the Dishlickers were typically topical, out around Smythes Road and on to
Peb’s lowered carport for the DrinkStop.
On Home across the park to welcome back Sinton (that’s not how Rear Entry says
it) Spartacus and Bait. Palindromic runs to Nummy 3 ate 3 and Shafted,
for for for for fucks sake.
Heavy pushed Rowdy
aside and took the screw reins back and described the run, “as above”. His song about Pebbles picking up or “Picking
up Pebbles and throwing them into the sea” was strongly supported by Bent &
Num.
Picking up Pebbles, is very easy you see;
All you need is a vagina and tits to play with for
free……..
….and on it
went about days gone by and past conquests, when he had the personality of Ms
Burns and wanted Rowdy’s in Law’s Hash
name.
Despite the lack of sunshine, The Bill’s was screening all Ray’s from his preshmobile that
had beading water on its wax and polish. SS
took BillyGoat’s carpark on the bitumen
while the Billy Goat was proud that the Chinese new year was the year of the
Goat!
As usual, Criss Cross was connected to the low
carport that sheltered us at the drinkstop.
More breaking news as Sinton told the how you get Powderfinger
by putting Car Michael Silic Hunt on to Hoppawarti. And the one about the blonde
with the black box called 747. Birthday
battles were on, SOS 30th and Dumb’s dad 100th on the same day.
Could have been a return of the Dummy Spit award tonight.
Several nominations including Fluid
Movement since noticing she isn’t the GrogMaster designate on the web (note to Mrs D, Must
rectify that). But who is the winner?
Siliquestion. Rowdy wanted to put
his hand up but was restricted to 2 fingers.
Bloody cold so many were keen to congregate around
the warming BBQ where Spartacus had snags and Rear Entry caramelised Silic’s
meat. Helgas bread and snappy salads
accompanied.
Next Week’s
Run: Normal
Theme; AB
NORMAL
Venue; Sovereign
Hill Car Park on after top Eureka
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