Write up of
Run 991 Monday 18 March
Location: Krungthep Kreeta Road
Hare: Bo 'Minus 10' Eskesen
As recalled by Lem 'No Good Boyo' Morgan
A
good 30-40 turned up at this God forsaken part of town, some of whom did all
the longish loops and others who followed Tim Crowley and Bob Boulter to cut
it short by a kilometer or – perhaps two.
Arguments first as to whether to absent hare had set the inward or
outward trail into the pond where we were parked.
But, notwithstanding the reluctance of many of the pack to run at the
start – no doubt an effect of the Hash Ball last Friday, most of the pack
got on to the first bridge for the check and the ON ON was called by Riff
Raff to the right. (As a study in hirsuteness I would like sometime to put
this man alongside our GM for comparison).
But there was plenty of opportunity for FRBs on this run and so Tom
(does he ever call?), Linda and Neil were usually ploughing on out in front.
Buffaloes were much in evidence and as Maverick was shouting ON ON a
large male buffalo took this to heart and starting ramming it up the female
in front. Shame really, everything was apparently ready as far as he was
concerned, but he slipped at missed the target.
That used to happen to some I know, when they were a little younger,
following heavy petting in the special dual seats at the back of UK cinemas.
Indeed, I remember being as close as that buffalo in the back row of a
Swansea cinema, when the fricking film finished and the lights came on… Oh
to be 16 again!
But
I digress.
After kilometers of concrete klong pathways, we eventually got out to
the open rough and Tom leading the pack (he’s still not shouting ON said
Pam) followed by other FRBs. Bob, accompanied by the man from Hua Hin,
followed closely by Maverick and Marie, fought their way through animals
that were returning home. They had seen the FRBs doing a long loop to the
left and decided to cut this off.
Cha Cha and Roberto followed confusing the heck out of the locals by
speaking Spanish.
Bimbo, to my surprise followed shortly after – I always saw him as
an FRB. Then
back to the start after around one hour.
All in all, this was a good ‘RUN’.
Fin the hash horn did a great job. Don’t you get pissed off with a
hash horn who is always at the back. The flying Fin was never there, he was
always up front. Good job.
And
at the end even the short cutters found a group of around 10 hashers already
into their beers when they got back including of course the irrepressible
Rodders who probably turned back to the piss at the first bridge.
But the majority of these were apparently short cutters who came back
home because they were confused by the long loops, suffered from rashes and
the lingering effects of the Hash Ball. They can only be known as the
Nichada Thani Mafia…
In
the absence of the GM who may well have got lost en route, our
much-loved ‘Sebastian’ took the circle by the short and curlies in
inimitable dictatorial style. Visitors, including Kuching man, guest of Lion
King, Riff Raff who had an impeccable Dutch/Geordie accent and a body that
Bob Boulter admired, Pui whom I seem to vaguely dancing her arse off at the
Hash Ball and a duo of rather attractive Thai ladies in running tights, got
treated quite lightly by the RA.
Oh, there was also RJ from ‘Bergerac’ country - Guernsey.
A
new boot, that fish and chips man from Bradford, Richard Ramsden, got a down
down – where the hell has he been on Mondays the circle asked?
But the RAs dictatorial tendency was plainly revealed when
‘Sebastian’ slated the representatives of the Monday hash for losing the
boat race at the Hash Ball.
There was a very entertaining re-enactment of the event, which the
Monday Hashers only just won, with glasses half full. A mobile phone user
(one of our attractive Thai visitors) got a very well deserved down- down
for persistent use of.
RA,
George of the Jungle, skilled in his understated criticism, called in Ajarn
Slater for going home from the Hash Ball with the wrong woman. George put
other recalcitrants to the sword including Rodders for getting stoned in
Pranburi – as Noriega observed, he was rubbing his head like a dervish and
kept asking for pizza and ice-cream.
But the piece de resistance was the (absent Prick) POTW
ceremony. Khun Pui rather taken aback at the sight of a ceramic male organ,
topped with pubic hair containing Carlsberg, delicately and reluctantly
attempting to drain its contents. Classic melodrama…
ON
ON
No Good Boyo
