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Run No:- |
1090 |
Date:- 9 February 2004 |
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Location:- |
Hash Bridge |
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Hare:- |
Vinai and Captain Eric |
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Scribe:- |
Bob "Bullet" Boulter |
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Strange this new system of selecting who does the write up. Every one knows who the Scribe is. No anonymity at all. Can't slag anyone off without running the risk of trading a bruised nose for a bruised pride.
Lovely new restaurant on the river at the start. Just three hundred metres past the Dairy Queen, with a big car park for Crash to maneuver safely in. I was a bit late arriving and by the time I got geared up and watered the rest of the pack had already buggered off. As a result I hardly saw any other hashers for the whole run. I did see ex GM Rubbish at the start. He was wearing flip flops, and was escorted by two very young ladies whose sole purpose was to make sure he didn't get into any trouble and went home at a respectable hour for a change. He'd thoughtfully kitted the girls out in their school shoes, which assured them virtually zero traction through the orchards. They tended to slip sideways gracefully into the klongs, but did well enough on the flat bits. They were humiliatingly good at crossing flimsy bridges, but then I've fallen off a lot more of them then they have.
Enjoyed Sugar Daddy's company for a while, and caught sight of Weedy and a Man Called Horse in the distance at one point. That was exciting.
No Good Boyo assures me that he saw a flock of parrots flying by at one stage. Parrots in Nonthaburi? Sad to say it, but I think the poor chap's finally lost it. More likely to be some ghastly mutant chickens.
During the first half of the run some kind souls at the front had thoughtfully laid paper through the checks to help us poor bastards in the rear get back before Tuesday morning. In the second half this welcome practice ceased, and time subsequently spent at checks meant no chance at all of catching up. Saw three hashers disappear into the plantation about half a k ahead along a concrete road at one point, and followed them in there only to lose them again. They 'd completely vapourised. Not a sight or sound. It was a dead end trail too. How did they do that? So Sugar Daddy and me backtracked to the concrete road and took what felt like a long cut off paper along an orchard expressway, and then back in through the temples alongside the river. This route did mean that we had the privilege of running past a Chinese coffin factory, which nobody else did, so there, and we also had the pleasure of meeting Mini, Sizzler and Disgusting who were blissfully strolling along taking in the cool evening air. Even the occasional rabid dog failed to give them any sense of urgency about the evening's proceedings.
Saw Lion King on the on in. Definitely a sight for sore eyes, almost as good as the piss truck, which manifested itself 300 metres later.
Couldn't hang around for the circle because I had to go and take care of my skin and blister. So I bummed a fag off No Good Boyo, had a beer, and pissed off. Great run that Hares. Thankyou.
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On Monday
9 February we had 31 Harriers, 16 Harriettes, 4 new boots and 5 visitors,
total = 56. Returners included Andrew "Agent Orange" MacPhersen,
Geoff Reynolds, Ed "The Great Pudenda" Rubesch, and Frank
"Rubber Turd" Kvistgaard. Welcome
to new boots Lisbet Kvistgaard, Colin Fairbairn, Ryan Fallon and John
McBirni. At 56, we had the
largest attendance of any non-AGM/special run in BMH3 history surpassing a
couple 51-hasher runs sent recently at Klong Toey Port.
