Back from the Brink – we Lurch forward _________________________________________________________
Last weeks’ hares may have had the luck of the Irish, or is that Scottish, or maybe even the Celts but the purported hare for this week; a Mr Grapeovich had the luck of the Russians.
Seems those Pommie bastards had used the very square inch of hashing territory that the elusive Ruskie planned to use for his celebration of 50 years of the Rolling Stones event – the Russians do own the ‘Stones you know!
As a result of this monumental cock-up the aforementioned Mr Grapeovich promptly disappeared into oblivion.
But never mind, the TM had a tall streak of luck and we Lurch(ed) forward this time at the diagonally opposite end of Penno at Thornleigh Park.
Seems that 2 weeks in row this far out of town limits the numbers although Coupla Weeks thinks he’s on a winner.
When a trail starts on the top of a hill it can only go one way – down. Sometimes it comes back up, other times as tonite it goes up another hill and then down again before coming back up. Carefree seemed amazed at this. He even tossed in the towel and handed the defib to the “always half an hour behind the pack” Tic Toc.
A well laid trail which managed to get the TM and Chastity lost when they decided to do a pre-run check of trail. That’ll learnya to turn up early won’t it Chastity.
A turn up for the books; the runners led by Witch’s Tit were heard thanking the walkers for doing the On-backs.
Back at the Bucket, and the Committee had cooked up “ring-stinger” sausages for entre – such a batch that most received an extra one with their perfectly cooked Porterhouse steak – medium rare for those who wished and rare for Nautilus. I must say that “lentils” in the salad is a bit “fringe”.
After getting lost on trail Chastity decided to get lost in the Kitchen and was filling the dishwasher when he should have been introducing the ‘the oldest Grand President on the planet”. Box Kite stood in.
After the Hare, Lurch, was charged, birthdays were on the Down-Down agenda tonite – Fox Face because the family forgot and Frenchie for his 70-somethingth.
Then the jokes – seems everyone wanted a go – Darwin (with props), Jock, JTR, the Major, Frenchie, and resident joke teller Pee Dub. Great by-lines like “did I mention she was blond?”
It all went to prove that quantity doesn’t improve the quality.
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