Having left Nepal in ruins, Normal finally made it to 1000.
The Run
We left a frigid car park, skirted the scene of some nefarious clergy before arriving at the workshop for a well stocked drink shop .
We had no goblet, no Go Go, just a rasta Half a Bar and evidence of a Kenyan haberdashery entrepreneur.
This missive is in 'normal' font though, for the typographers out there.
Not wishing to be upstaged, Bent completed his 1200th.
The select group of hashers made the most of SS's selection of wines at the top Eureka to mark the occasion.
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