Run Date: 6/4/15 (Easter Monday)
Hare: Knicker-Licker
Venue: Bucasia Beach Park
Hashers: 14
A mere 14 souls braved the elements to gather at Bucasia amid brooding grey skies and brilliant lightning. (The rest of the troops possibly weaving home from Easter or too bloody pissed to get there).
Knicker regaled us with stories of multi-coloured tape for runners and walkers alike, assured us there was no sand and gleefully sent us off in the direction of the sandy beach. Amid the lightning the rain began to fall prompting everyone to abandon such silliness and head back to the beer, with the notable exeption of WHP, who managed to complete the run. He then stripped off his wet gear and wiped his face with an old pair of jocks found in the depths of his car.
The circle was called, but as everyone huddled beneath the shelter roof, the circle became a rectangle. The Monk, recently returned from riding all over the country, launched into some poorly-received jokes and then gave up. Down downs for the hare, and for Driptray for wearing a hat in the circle….. er, rectangle. Radish received one for rushing off to a 4X4 sale, only to find there was no sale at all. Gary was then called forward to explain himself. It seems the redoubtable Mr Buttons has journeyed to The Philippines in the company of one Baagoose and one OuiOui, where, during a visit to Subic Bay H3, was officially named…… Jenny Craig’s Fucked.
In the interests of decorum, we decided to abbreviate that long moniker, but were unable to agree on JCF, or simply Fucked. I think Fucked will probably win.
Knicker-licker then produced a gastronomical delight…..an excellent cob dip, and……
Yep… that’s coloured rice…..which Cummalot took pleasure in destroying, and two curries. In case that wasn’t hot enough a selection of Hot, Bloody Hot and Faaaaarrrkkkk sauces were also produced.
The troops dived in, but around half was leftover, so Knicker’s right for a feed for the rest of the week.
More talking of shit and drinking of beer followed, until everyone decided en mass that enough was enough and headed off into the night. A small but enjoyable gathering.
OnOn Pensioner.
