JUST WHEN YOU THOUGHT…….
Isn’t it a bugger when the plumber you’ve been using for years just ups and moves to the Gold Coast?
Well, same thing sorta happened to Jock the Sock and Wrapparound this week. The business which had happily (or not) provided their Northbridge car park as the start point for all runs here had moved, and the bastard landlord had locked off access. Also made it a prick of a place to park – and its school holidays!
A smallish pack tonite as it seems many are still on the beach somewhere. The trails in this area are predominantly limited by Northbridge Golf Course and Tunks Park. The “Friday Crew” knows this area like the back of their hands so when I caught up with Scud and Pee Dub they were doing their own thing in the golf course before moseying back to the bucket. All the while doing their darndest to blow the mercury out of the top of Pee Dub’s (“the heart specialist told me to get one”) blood pressure monitor.
Runners and walkers straggled in over about 20 minutes but naturally, Grape Ape decided that the trail would go all the way up the creek in Tunks Park. When he reached Naremburn he “realised” the error in his ways and back tracked to find where the “real trail went”. He arrived at the bucket as it was being packed up.
30+ plus fronted at Northbridge Pub for a long drawn out exercise in getting fed despite the fact we didn’t all lob in at once. One barman serving beers, taking dinner orders and picking up glasses, and he wasn’t working hard at any of it to say he was “run of his feet”.
Benny the Swede was fed, watered and out the door before the next meal even hit the tables, and Little Shit grabbed the first meal which vaguely looked like what he’d ordered. The curry, which a lot of hashmen ordered, was such a ring-stinger it even made Superglue cry.
The President did his thing at the far end of the table so my recollection is visual not auditory. It looked like the Hares got downs and there endeth that part of the festivities.
Joke time, at least, had a larger audience than usual with the local punters entertained by Pee Dub, Frenchie and the immortal Tic Toc. You gotta love Frenchie though, he got away telling a joke he even admitted he’d previously told using a different scenario and characters. Jeez!
The hilarity was characterised by one-armed ball scratchers, wanking philanthropists, and farting real estate agents – a good cross-section of humanity.
On On
Bigamist