Monday 11 June 2007
Run: 1205
Venue: Lora International Restaurant and Pub, Mikocheni
Running hares: Jesus and Patrick
Walking hare: Sifa

Didn’t we do well - a Mikocheni run and the pack set off on time with good numbers of walkers and runners. Mind you, we quickly lost a few runners when they realised that Jesus had set a run with only one check - every other junction had been laid with false trails and check backs, making for some long trips back to catch the pack again. The walkers were also set a proper trail with checks and all. Good one.

The GMs’ predeliction for wetness came to the fore as the circle inevitably formed up in the pool, much to the pleasure of the miniature Gaskets. All but mid winter and it wasn’t that warm in the water, despite Bum Titty suggesting that he had personally injected some warm water. Why are we so stupid - goosebumps and the odd shiver were the result as the cool evening air hit the bodies emerging from the depths.

‘Father Abraham’ was given a good bashing to get the blood flowing and hearts restarted before the simple announcements: MisManagement meeting on Thursday 21st evening, at the GMs’ house (anyone interested welcome); Trailmaster Boxer has arranged another outing for us next Monday - at Mother Immoral’s (Teresa to the outside world) house, to be hosted by BeggingForIt (anyone heard of a person called Elaine - no neither have I). Down downs for all involved, except that MI and BFI had already headed off to start setting up next weeks crowd control arrangements.

One of the many nice things about our RA is that she is predictable, and BothWays fascination with painting her toenails yet again kept her away. Mr Sh’ole had already given Wet Dream a note from his Mum, so Jesus did another guest appearance. Jesus will tell you that the problem with down downs in the pool is the natural ability of pool water to jump into down down mugs, and he had a problem with the miniature Gaskets aggravating this tendency. Along with the two virgins (Mike and Patrick), five returnees, departees, and the rest, Jesus had a firm hand on a mini Gasket at almost any time during the spectacle, but spillage and contamination were common. Head Gasket received the RAs’ comments with disdain, and Nasty Pasty’s threat of sense of humour failure was totally ignored, but a down down was administered anyway, and a round of ‘Warm Safari’ was led by the RA for the benefit of the uninitiated at some point in there. (My non-existent notes would have been soooo soooooggy - thats todays excuse for making up history without reference to truth or reality.)

Last weeks HashShit was Mother Immoral (who was standing in for BeggingForIt from the week before), and now they had both departed early, luckily leaving the lovely leggings for the next luckless lunner. Jesus’ call for nominations swiftly had Head Gasket swimming forward, at which point the GM took over and NeanderShorty proposed that the running hare should be considered due to the appalling nature of the run. Despite the death defying depths to which the dastardly duo of mini Gaskets plunged, democracy ‘a la hash’ dealt Jesus a devilish blow - mind you he didn’t look too dumpy in de mini skirt, and Nasty Pastys’ newly donated headgear sloganned “I love JESUS’ seemed to fit the bill perfectly.

A brief ‘Swing Low’ and welcome hot food was next on the agenda, topped of with a beer or two, but first Bum Titty caused a near catastrophic tsunami by entering the pool from a great height ... twice, to make his point.

Be there at Mother Immoral’s next week, and be aware that a mystery scribe may sneak up and note your wrong doings.

ON ON

Squire L
Scribe to the DarHHH