Ballarat HHH Run #1992, Zoom #18, Corona #16
Hares Spencer Hocking and Ratz Arse
Christmas in July
Spence’s Sensational Sunny Celebration Run
What is not to like? Perfect still sunny weather, dappled light filtering through the canopy onto the green undergrowth, trail set in Christmas trees (and horse shit) along single tracks, fire trails and some bush bashing, and shiggy. Convivial camp for the well stocked drink stop with good conversation, a range of sausages, drinks, single serve cheezles and chips, also lollies. And, as our esteemed screw pointed out, we were IN THE BUSH.
Zoom attendees included Rowdy, Spence, Pebbles, SS, Mrs D, Campaspee, Teflon, GILF, Do Nuts, Nummy, Dum, Pauline, Lois, Beer Fuck, NBCL, Nutcracker with protegee Jess, Mountie, Bent, BP, Fang, Dimwit, Bitch Face and the top of Trench’s head.
The usual bullshit preceded formalities, where it was noted that DoNuts was back, again without Drambuie, this time from a trip to Victoria. Noted also that the Nuts’ were pissed, but happy.
No sniffys were announced; DoNuts neglected to give himself a Welcomes Back.
The smooth flow of events was interrupted while Fang had an epileptic fit off camera which lasted a few minutes. Bent eventually held the floor, talking in tongues (? Clitty Licker’s speciality) and commenting on Woowookarung as the correct name for the Mt Clear bush. He decided it meant “Black Fellas” Camp, and thought he saw Uncle Jack Charles nearby.
“Blissful, beautiful, not a fuck up to be seen, more downhill than up, well provided shiggy, and enough Bush to give Rowdy and Mountie wet nickers. Smoking trees and grass trees, and Christmas trees as trail”. About now Bitch Face logged in and announced “You can start again just for me”. I reckon she may have said that before.
To continue; lovely rolling paddocks to the East, sensational views over Ballarat from the lookout, and the obligatory motor vehicle noise to stuff it up. This time a Richmond supporter yelling out “Santa, ya c*nt, where’s me Fucken’ bike?” Excellent drink stop with mulled wine a definite hit, and a score of 10010 . SHITTY TRAIL was again discordant.
Not many Committee members present, so numerous fill ins (including the scribe)
Charges from before the run. DoNuts for coming back from Big Desert, Little Desert, Sunset Desert, Spence for failing to ask permission to set trail, and having to explain to the ranger what he was up to. BF#3 for logging in from Kalgoorlie, Hay St I believe.
The Clitty Licker wore new shoes, looked as if he would fail to acknowledge the charge, but returned from the fridge with 3 bottles of champagne, said shoe, and beer to pour into it. He skulled very willingly, impressing the hatted Cat next to him no end.
Campaspee finished the run for the second week in a row without getting lost, BF Pauline had trouble negotiating the narrow bridge, but managed to spot and record some unusual bird life. Teflon noted Spence channeling Kenny Rogers (even though he was also channeling Uncle Jack).
Nut Cracker tried to charge Nut Bush Cutty Fuck, but was a bit muddled. The late Jeffrey Epstein’s resemblance to Cutty Fuck was remarked upon, which led all watching to muse over the role of Ghislaine and poor Jess in the middle.
Next week sees Bad Hair Day set a run from the vicinity of the Sovereign Hill Lookout, with a manned drink stop on Saturday afternoon. As always, more details to follow.
Dimwit finished with his Vegan with diarrhoea one liner.
Hares Spencer Hocking and Ratz Arse
Christmas in July
Spence’s Sensational Sunny Celebration Run
What is not to like? Perfect still sunny weather, dappled light filtering through the canopy onto the green undergrowth, trail set in Christmas trees (and horse shit) along single tracks, fire trails and some bush bashing, and shiggy. Convivial camp for the well stocked drink stop with good conversation, a range of sausages, drinks, single serve cheezles and chips, also lollies. And, as our esteemed screw pointed out, we were IN THE BUSH.
Zoom attendees included Rowdy, Spence, Pebbles, SS, Mrs D, Campaspee, Teflon, GILF, Do Nuts, Nummy, Dum, Pauline, Lois, Beer Fuck, NBCL, Nutcracker with protegee Jess, Mountie, Bent, BP, Fang, Dimwit, Bitch Face and the top of Trench’s head.
The usual bullshit preceded formalities, where it was noted that DoNuts was back, again without Drambuie, this time from a trip to Victoria. Noted also that the Nuts’ were pissed, but happy.
No sniffys were announced; DoNuts neglected to give himself a Welcomes Back.
The smooth flow of events was interrupted while Fang had an epileptic fit off camera which lasted a few minutes. Bent eventually held the floor, talking in tongues (? Clitty Licker’s speciality) and commenting on Woowookarung as the correct name for the Mt Clear bush. He decided it meant “Black Fellas” Camp, and thought he saw Uncle Jack Charles nearby.
“Blissful, beautiful, not a fuck up to be seen, more downhill than up, well provided shiggy, and enough Bush to give Rowdy and Mountie wet nickers. Smoking trees and grass trees, and Christmas trees as trail”. About now Bitch Face logged in and announced “You can start again just for me”. I reckon she may have said that before.
To continue; lovely rolling paddocks to the East, sensational views over Ballarat from the lookout, and the obligatory motor vehicle noise to stuff it up. This time a Richmond supporter yelling out “Santa, ya c*nt, where’s me Fucken’ bike?” Excellent drink stop with mulled wine a definite hit, and a score of 10010 . SHITTY TRAIL was again discordant.
Not many Committee members present, so numerous fill ins (including the scribe)
Charges from before the run. DoNuts for coming back from Big Desert, Little Desert, Sunset Desert, Spence for failing to ask permission to set trail, and having to explain to the ranger what he was up to. BF#3 for logging in from Kalgoorlie, Hay St I believe.
The Clitty Licker wore new shoes, looked as if he would fail to acknowledge the charge, but returned from the fridge with 3 bottles of champagne, said shoe, and beer to pour into it. He skulled very willingly, impressing the hatted Cat next to him no end.
Campaspee finished the run for the second week in a row without getting lost, BF Pauline had trouble negotiating the narrow bridge, but managed to spot and record some unusual bird life. Teflon noted Spence channeling Kenny Rogers (even though he was also channeling Uncle Jack).
Nut Cracker tried to charge Nut Bush Cutty Fuck, but was a bit muddled. The late Jeffrey Epstein’s resemblance to Cutty Fuck was remarked upon, which led all watching to muse over the role of Ghislaine and poor Jess in the middle.
Next week sees Bad Hair Day set a run from the vicinity of the Sovereign Hill Lookout, with a manned drink stop on Saturday afternoon. As always, more details to follow.
Dimwit finished with his Vegan with diarrhoea one liner.
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