Run 1936; year of the bra. Full moon run at the Park Hotel. Dimwit the hare.
Our illustrious GM got off to a great start by welcoming the 35+ athletes to run number 1636; taking us back with one slip of the tongue to the days of our youth when Obama was besties with Tony Abbott, Collingwood was down the bottom of the ladder and plagued by players mired in betting scandals, and Sillic had 2 testicles and 2 hips.
The run was shorter than the walk, Hare Dimwit did as all retired teachers do and tried to save on chalk, inventive in that trail was brief rather then sparsely marked, the well stocked drink stop was finished for the runners by the time the walkers made it (7 20 pm), but all were in a good mood and wandered back to the pub for festivities.
Sniffy cont runs announced as The Bill 1642, and Criss Cross an almost naughty 962. ( give me an AAA)
Screw Shafted made appropriate comments, reminisced over the year of his mother’s birth ( and Heavy’s), lamented the early start and earlier finish, and commented it was “one of the best runs you’ve set”. He then unleashed his inner bush poet with a wonderful rhyming piece that will have to be published by someone else. (Ya stupid...)
Mountie, Sergeant, channeled Jeff Kennett “I’m not a fascist but...”, and called Dimwit out as our moral guardian (This is your down down song. )
Year 1936: launch of the Queen Mary
Death of the last Tasmanian tiger. (Nummy)
Isaac Isaacs finished as GG. (BentBent)
Death of multiple Royals. (God save our gracious Queen)
Birth of the - Cunning Irish airline (Quick Dick)
- Ron Barassi. (Dumb)
- Eddie Mabo. (Nummy)
- Phantom comics (pus bucket, Spartacus)
- sunscreen (BHD)
- movie Gone with the wind (Squizzy)
Our illustrious GM got off to a great start by welcoming the 35+ athletes to run number 1636; taking us back with one slip of the tongue to the days of our youth when Obama was besties with Tony Abbott, Collingwood was down the bottom of the ladder and plagued by players mired in betting scandals, and Sillic had 2 testicles and 2 hips.
The run was shorter than the walk, Hare Dimwit did as all retired teachers do and tried to save on chalk, inventive in that trail was brief rather then sparsely marked, the well stocked drink stop was finished for the runners by the time the walkers made it (7 20 pm), but all were in a good mood and wandered back to the pub for festivities.
Sniffy cont runs announced as The Bill 1642, and Criss Cross an almost naughty 962. ( give me an AAA)
Screw Shafted made appropriate comments, reminisced over the year of his mother’s birth ( and Heavy’s), lamented the early start and earlier finish, and commented it was “one of the best runs you’ve set”. He then unleashed his inner bush poet with a wonderful rhyming piece that will have to be published by someone else. (Ya stupid...)
Mountie, Sergeant, channeled Jeff Kennett “I’m not a fascist but...”, and called Dimwit out as our moral guardian (This is your down down song. )
Year 1936: launch of the Queen Mary
Death of the last Tasmanian tiger. (Nummy)
Isaac Isaacs finished as GG. (BentBent)
Death of multiple Royals. (God save our gracious Queen)
Birth of the - Cunning Irish airline (Quick Dick)
- Ron Barassi. (Dumb)
- Eddie Mabo. (Nummy)
- Phantom comics (pus bucket, Spartacus)
- sunscreen (BHD)
- movie Gone with the wind (Squizzy)
Charges from before the run
Criss cross back on the bike, training wheels to come off soon. Bitch Face for her birthday, Spartacus for his granddaughters birthday. Lois lamenting the intelligence of Queenslanders, when asked if her car and her caravan passed through a toll booth on the same day. ( they oughta be publicly pissed on...)
From the run.
Dimwit for being a teacher, and very directive (bossy)
Pebbles charged QD for being the only person he saw on the run. Both were charged for being seen appearing together out of the mist at the dodgy toilet block near the drink stop. (This is you down down song...)
After the run: QD charged for spending a looong time adjusting his tackle, behaviour mirrored by BP (?). A late welcome to Dame Edna. (Put it in you hand, Mrs Murphy)
Dr Death for becoming topical with the commencement of the voluntary euthanasia laws, and as one Dr drinks....
Criss cross back on the bike, training wheels to come off soon. Bitch Face for her birthday, Spartacus for his granddaughters birthday. Lois lamenting the intelligence of Queenslanders, when asked if her car and her caravan passed through a toll booth on the same day. ( they oughta be publicly pissed on...)
From the run.
Dimwit for being a teacher, and very directive (bossy)
Pebbles charged QD for being the only person he saw on the run. Both were charged for being seen appearing together out of the mist at the dodgy toilet block near the drink stop. (This is you down down song...)
After the run: QD charged for spending a looong time adjusting his tackle, behaviour mirrored by BP (?). A late welcome to Dame Edna. (Put it in you hand, Mrs Murphy)
Dr Death for becoming topical with the commencement of the voluntary euthanasia laws, and as one Dr drinks....
The GM then demonstrated his mastery of the situation by having no idea where next weeks run is from (? Linton), then cracking the shits when asking for “numbers only” and getting back “7, 13, 104, 66”
The usual convivial meal with too much wine followed.
Next week’s run is actually Rear Entry from the Queens Head, the week after a bus trip celebrating the birth of Hash in KL, in 1938, fancy dress and attendance intentions appreciated.
And, from the Hare:
“What do you call a monkey in a minefield?”
“BABOOM”
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