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Run No:- |
1117 |
Date:- 16 August 2004 |
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Location:- |
Bang Yai Y junction |
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Hare:- |
Rod "The Bug" Turner |
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Scribe:- |
Lem "No good Boyo" Morgan |
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5.20pm found ‘the Bug’ a sober but very angry man. Only ‘Ajarn’, ‘Col Gaddhafi’ were waiting in the restaurant for the run and the parking lot was devoid of all hash vehicles. ”If no one can be bothered to turn up to my runs then I am not fucking doing any more. I’m going to tell them this” he threatened some unspecified cabal of hashers, or perhaps all of them, in perhaps a public announcement. He raved on about the 5 hours he took off work to set this run. “And this on top of my run on Sunday too!” he spluttered.
But 5.30pm found ‘the Bug’ in magnanimous mood. Rather like Toad of Toad Hall (“I say Badger, everyone has eventually turned up to my party and all is well with the world!”). Yes, a sea change in outlook had occurred in a mere 10 minutes. An uneven smile cracked his craggy features and the silver hair which 10 minutes ago bristled, was now firmly drawn across his balding pate in the mode of Jackie Charlton (you remember the guy who played for that awful English club which will remain nameless?). The reason? About 20 innocent hashers, who were perhaps to be the unwitting subject of ‘the Bug’s’ abuse, turned up at the restaurant at 5.30pm after being stuck in a rather bad traffic jam in heavy rain on Rattanathibet. “I should perhaps retract my former statement,” conceded ‘the Bug’ generously. Indeed all was sweetness and light when we got our instructions at 5.35pm and with a 750cl bottle of beer already in hand, ‘the Bug’ saw us off down the road in a thankfully receding rainstorm. “Just turn left at the usual spot” he said, but not many could remember where this was.
Give the old fart his due; this was a good run with many devious falsies which until the last kilometer kept the pack more or less together. The hare even went as far as to plant false footprints at a slippery klong crossing to get us all over into a false trail. The rain had left it very heavy going under foot and there were a number of refusals on the treacherous fallen tree trunks, particularly from ‘No No’. ‘Nearest and Dearest’ took a klong dive with just the one leg as he scrambled up a muddy bank. Meanwhile ‘Pussy Pounder’ was swinging across the same crevice in a manner of that dude with the name the same as our revered GM’s hash handle. “The run is neither long nor short” toad said. “May I enquire” asked Badger tentatively, “what exactly this might mean?” Well, in hashing terms it meant 1hour and 15 minutes for most of the pack!!
And so it was that we gathered at the circle after a very good run, with the sun dispersing the rain clouds over Bang Kruai. ‘The Bug’ was well pleased with the outcome, his sunny disposition no doubt fuelled by the bottles of electric soup called ‘Acha’ which were probably consumed at 750cl per 15 mins. So 75 divided by 15 = ….. Bottles. (Please fill in the figure if you can). ‘The Bug’ gave directions for next week’s run but his diction quite failed me. Yours truly did not go to the ON ON but I’ll give you a British pound to a pinch of shit that I can guess what happened.
Many thanks for the excellent run Rodders. And lets be honest, we do all love a volunteer, Really!!
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On Monday 16 Aug we had 15 Harriers, 3 Harriettes and 3 visitors total = 21 very wet runners (again). Returners included Mia “Shag more” Hansson.
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