SOMEONE’S BITCHIN’ ABOUT BITCHIMUN…..
‘Twas a well known venue chosen by Hares Benny the Swede and Cinders for this week’s trail – nothing but valleys whichever way you went from the start. The hares chose a trail which went east towards the Wildflower Garden – BIG valley that way and on a steamy night.
Primarily, it seemed that the hills were the talk of the night as the runners returned just on the hour. 777 muttered something about being glad about not having to come back up the hill – but “hello” it was necessary to come back up some sort of hill. Jack the Ripper chose to go down the hill on his left ear and when he was stopped at the bottom by a large rock E-Shit noted that “there was no loud thud”.
If you went as far as the Wildflower Garden you got a hill or two more than the rest of us but then as the trail looped around to the west it meant a jaunt along Kitchener Rd on the black top which bought a little bitchin’ from some quarters. Jeez! Darwin Don’s walkers trail was ALL bitumen and he dragged Carefree and Hanoi Bill around twice. The stragglers, who looked the worst for wear, included Your Choice, Capt Bligh and Payling.
From my perspective it’s a bit rude when the Committee has to run around to organise an On On venue but Moishe did a sterling job in doing a deal at the Black Taste Thai in St Ives and 44 (that was the number Copra paid for anyway!) Poshmen plonked themselves down on the tilted tables outside on the footpath. Pilko observed that there was a hint of precipitation in the air and noted that 6 smart-arses had managed to camp under the only awning, whilst those on the make chose a table next to the only talent in the establishment. The staff all looked like secret service with their ear-pieces and curly wires but the food was good and, so long as we used our plastic cups instead of any of their glasses the price was pretty good too.
When the President spoke all listened. Downs went to returnee Arbitrator, Moishe (drinks for the boys) for sussing out the venue, and all seven of the secret service for putting up with us. Then someone broke a glass – Faarck! There goes the budget?
As Pee Dub was at home dosing up with PicoPrep for his colonoscopy – I thought he had a bad heart not a badarse – there was no humour tonight. Instead we were treated to a political satire right up Goonshow’s alley. Yep! Smiley and S-Trump-ettes in full flight with tits-and-all guest appearance by none other than Hilary Clit-on.
……and still know rain so we went home dry.
On On
Bigamist