A run from the Park Hotel at the end of a glorious weekend, celebrating beautiful Autumn weather, the Ballarat Marathon festival, the footy and ANZAC Day commemorations.
We set off after a welcome to (country) Alfredton, with a 4 km loop past the Arch of Victory, through Vic Park to the Olympic rings, across to the POW memorial via the tramway museum and ending in a well stocked drink stop.
Back at the Park, the GM commenced proceedings with sniffy runs, of which there were a number, but managed to come without his important props; so BoneRenoB will have to wait until next week for his ceremonial 100 run goblet. He did get a Tshirt. Lois Lane celebrated run number 1111, and rather belatedly Pink Bits was acknowledged for run number 200. Well done, but it was really funny watching Pinky almost explode with excitement prior to her presentation, then snorking with relief once her time had come. Get a Life
GILF and GOLF. Either I missed the welcomes back, or the GM did, however Gilf and Teflon reappeared after some time away. I suspect the reason for attendance was so Teflon could tell all that Gilf won some golden spurs while seated on her horse. He seemed proud and happy. Not to be outdone, Nummy won her golf last Thursday, beating a full and high class field.
Not on the winners list was Essington, Lois asking if anyone could consult the Dead Sea Scrolls to find out just when the Dons last won an important footy match. Pigs Arse tried to deflect attention away from his poor planning by singing the Essington song, but consensus was that the buck stopped well and truly with him, and will for the next 12 months.
The Screw has settled seamlessly into his role. Quick Dick calculated that as the run was set during the marathon, it should have taken Nummy 12 minutes from start to finish, based on the London world record pace. I think Dumb slowed her down. The old rusty screw from last year was incensed that Nummy was calling her own trail (Mountie, fuck off ya cu#t). Mention was made of the glimpse of the Arch, and the visit to the POW memorial. A strange trail mark consisting of an arrow inside a Halt led us into Vic Park, notable for medical advice re uppers and downers being sought, and a lonely parked car which seemed to be rocking. The engine was running, presumably so the aircon was on to prevent windows from fogging up.
Nummy was heard to muse upon the beauty of her lakeside trail, at least it was when the sun was shining. QD gave it a FANTASTIC rating. Shitty Trail.
It was pointed out that trail also passed the Honour Avenue for Ballarat’s Paralympians, obviously in Boner’s honour. publicly pissed on
The Sargeant is also showing promising signs early in his tenure. He commented the Pigs Arse week on / week off leadership fits in perfectly with his child minding duties, and reminisced about his school days with a paedophile teacher, musing how well groomed he was as a student.
Spence was charged for taking a short cut through Vic Park on the way to Hash, loitering, and probably to visit the parked car. Pinky asked Head Hunter for some tips around being a choir master, and ended up with a cat o nine tails to whip recalcitrants into shape. Ex GM Precious was discovered to have used creative accounting with his run numbers; subtracting for some reason.
Competitors on the weekend marathon festival were given a down down. IC was celebrated for being a Hash paragon, not training, and not giving up the grog Ar sol
Despite our pally ANZAC relationship, it was pointed out the the hash cash could not be balanced/banked due to a dodgy Kiwi coin in the tin, Build a bonfire
And that was about enough for everyone.
Next weeks run, on Star Wars Day, Hare Chris Cross, 14 Platypus Drive; park by his back gate in the Mt Clear Oval reserve.
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