Dementia prevails in Gods own country – #2355 Bigamist & Coupla Weeks
For the ill informed lot amongst you, the Northern Beaches is commonly referred to as “Gods Country” – at least by the locals. So who are we to argue, they’ve got the beaches – probably the best surfing beaches in Sydney, the golden sands, the stunning rocky headlands with views to New Zealand, the golf courses and the waterways.
This same path that we strode last night was a favourite walking track for our good mate Penile Dementia and his partner Susie, so what could be better way to celebrate and remember. Latest technology was used to reveal the original path that Penile had planned or was it just a photo copied map and marked trail. Either way Bigamist and Coupla Weeks bravely took up the challenge to make this a run to remember.
False trails and on backs would plague this run whilst taking every set of stairs up and down between North Narrabeen, Turrimetta, Warriewood and Mona Vale Beaches. It was a challenging run which kept the front runners together with some cruel “onbacks” towards the end of the run. Plenty of Beach running which was slightly over-done on the Mona Vale Beach section. What should have been a 50 metre teaser turned into a 500 metre slug through tiger snake infested salt bush, prickly native shrubs and sandy shores. Let’s face it arrows in the sand just don’t work!
The trail back through the golf course added on at least an extra k or two, (when will they sack this Trail Master?).The irony of the run was Cinders coming in basically last, beaten by the athletic prowess of Your Choice and a female visitor that claimed to be Cinders daughter – must have happened during his college days! Not a failure in fitness, more the fact that every other bastard short cutted their way home!
Back at the Onon a large crowd assembled and waited in anticipation to see what this multicultural restaurant would titillate our taste buds with. I was reminded of that old saying, “Who called the cook a bastard? Who called the bastard a cook?” The culinary style was a mix – well, of everything. It kind of looked like they opened the fridge and started cooking up a whole lot of whatever they found. Something my kids would have done when they were about 10 or 12. Anyway, lets’ not detract from the night, the food was absolute $hit but in our inimitable style we carried on and thoroughly enjoyed the company of the night.
On a more serious note we all rose and drank a “down down” to our mate and fellow hashman Penile Dementia.
Darwin announced at 9.00pm that it was safe to leave your car in the car park without fear of fine – thanks Darwin, the local council could have cleaned up that night!
“Down downs” for the hares, Bigamist and Coupla Weeks, Penile’s partner Susie and her daughter Jessica, Jack the camera hog Ripper for front page news and some Arts Law recalcitrant drop out from society who said he’d heard of the Hash and proceeded to tell a disgusting joke. He could just fit in! More proper humour from General De Gaul and the master himself Tic Toc, taken from a real life story in a local nursing home about Soup or Sex.
A memorial evening in every respect. Thanks to Susie, Jessica, and those representing the Northern Beaches Hash. Penile Dementia RIP.
Plunger
Google Earth : Run 2355
