A roll of masking tape, some wooden horse sticks,
white boards race fields form sheets and two fluffy dice. Glider sought a volunteer
as didn’t want just anyone holding his charms in the palm of their hand but
Roadrunner was hesitant about rolling the dice again. The stage was set! Cup Sweep open and closed the
pressure was on to head off on the run.
The craftily carved clockwise curves cyclically centred
on the clubhouse in the shape of a map of England. The drink stop was at the old servo, freshly
painted and temporarily devoid of graffiti. On home down the creek then the pressure
is on to get under starters orders so we set out down down and out to the
balcony.
Welcomes back the single man; the girls know who he
is. Mounty is at the back of the queue as she was absent with our Pus. Welcome
backs too to two Normal, we thought we’d lost him and his sense of humour.
Most significant run pointed out by the Billy Goat
was related to 69 and Nummy, go figure. Something about his age and what he
would like as a present. Spence later
revealed that as last week was 1000, arithmetic logic surely meant this week
was 1001, the palindromic digit sum of two fingers and a bum.
Heavy, (lover of sport that he is) did his own
version of a call of the card. …although
Rear Entry was in a new stable the single guy is running free and is yet to be corralled.
SOS need blinkers as he finds it hard to stay on track, SS should be retired
(he even drew Admire Rakti in the Sweep as a reminder).
Donuts was swabbed because he was considerably down
in weight, as was Silic, a stone lighter but the healing scar led to his scratching.
Mrs Dickhead has a new Jockey with a larger whip. Shafted has had a
disappointing year in the Golden Stakes. The Billy goat has been taking a good
sit behind the fillies
Why do you need a microphone? Spartacus arksed as the HEAVY’S screw song boomed
across the Eastern Oval for the amassed crowds to hear, the possum, the squirrel
and the owl. None of which complained. The producer and sound engineer had the echo
set purrfeck to peak performance of Tom Jones’ Delilah.
I saw the light on the night that I passed by the
football club window
I saw the flickering shadows of stupid games on the blind
I saw the flickering shadows of stupid games on the blind
This is a running club
And as we get older it seems that we walk, I really don’t mind.
And as we get older it seems that we walk, I really don’t mind.
My, my, my, Dear Glider
Why? Why? Why Dear Glider?
Why? Why? Why Dear Glider?
He stood there laughing
So, I pissed on his Volvo, and he laughed no more.
So, I pissed on his Volvo, and he laughed no more.
My, my, my, Dear Glider
Why? Why? Why Dear Glider?
Why? Why? Why Dear Glider?
Spence presided over charges rushed through because
the first 2 races were to be run before dinner during which the Cup Sweep draw was
conducted.
The Barman was a late Welcome Back Cotter, we needed
him a lot so we got him on the spot so he wouldn’t get shot.
Races were run the dice were rolled, the men were
timid and the women were bold.
It seemed Num and Dum were the winners of nearly
everything (surely they won’t miss a sip or two of scotch). Zero olives though.
The Axedale parcel was won by country member and were well appreciated.
A great night thanks great efforts of Glider. Thanks also to Bent and the
ladies for the plates and dishes being done.
PS Sweep Results
Bent Nose, battling Ann and Rex here, is down to
jockey weight and although riding a conveyance that has been around over a 1000
times, managed to be a Protectionist rather than a Driefontonic perfectionist
and came home first in the Cup sweep.
Heavy seconded with Red Cadeaux, $30 dollars
donated to SS and Movember
The Barman eventually shot home for third for
Glider.
The $10 surplus from the sweep was also added to
the SS Movember for Men’s Health. The
hat, starting with at least $40, will go around Monday.
Next Week’s Run: Alfredton Primary School Gymnasium Hare; Candida Theme; Schoolies Dress
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