Run Date: 11/6/18
Run #1968
Hare: The Blurrrrrr.
Venue: Cnr Peel & Alfred Sts Mackay
Hashers: 21
The mob drifted into Blurry’s place by about 5.30. The fire was going, chairs possied, Half a Boat had his piss truck positioned. Ready to roll.
He hare called the pack to order, and mumbled something about marks, then led the pack onto the road, pointed us in the right direction, and told us to piss off. Off we went, in anticipation of a challenging task ahead of us.
Some of the infirm, like Flaps and JCF were conspicuous by their absence on the trail.
What a trail?
What trail? A doddle around the block – must have taken him 30 seconds to have planned it and mapped it. At least it was well marked.
Still, we set out with good heart, and high expectations. I think there were 21 runners registered, but maybe 8 or 10 actually seemed to be on trail.
At the On Home, some really nice snacks to get the tucker flowing. And Half a Boat had the beer at the right temperature – just right. Somebody was whingeing that there was no Great Northern. Wimp.
Then the monk calls the circle.
A pretty sorry lot. Down down for the hare, down downs for returning runners, a call for jokes was met with near total silence. Someone told a goodie, but my memory is so bad that I couldn’t remember it. A couple of charges, and Golly was waffling on about a V8 meet coming up soon.
V8. I had one of those in America – a man sized Pontiac Trans Am, 6.6 litres of brute power. Leave this mob here for dead. Actually, I am tossing up whether I should get a real man sized car – Dodge Viper – V10, 8 litres of brute power. But where could I take it for a run at 200 plus km/h?
Enough waffling.
No more business, so the monk closed the circle. MH3 Anthem.
Then the tucker. Real grouse. I had double helping. Onya Blurry and Blo Jo for a great feed.
One more beer then home to beddy byes.
Baagoose
