Cave Dwellers
Big crowd tonight – probably for Pilko’s cooking?
When the start is on the end of a spur you know the trail has to go down and it did till it reached the bottom of the Big Dipper on the M1 and then it came back up again. Sounds simple don’t it? Well maybe not.
Criteria for simplicity – Music Man and Tic Toc just do the trail without having to return to the start for redirection after being told they are on wrong trail, Major Disaster doesn’t have to run, Box Kite comes into the bucket from the correct direction and isn’t whingeing about this loop and that falsie and doesn’t tell newer members (Slick) about how “the older the hares the worse the trail”, White Shit doesn’t finish trail as a “broken man”, and when the hares says speileology one expects to go caving!
Runners came in from all directions as did the walkers – all with tales of woe.
When Smiley started talking about the Super Bowl Khyber jumped in his car and departed or maybe he was frightened off by the sight of Pee Dub dressed as the Wild Man from Borneo.
A short drive around to Pedantic’s Palace where the backyard was set up for the On. I’m not sure whether the pack had been numbed by the ginger beer or what, but the food was a bit slow and not even half a riot started. The nibblies were subject of much discussion with no consensus being reached as to exactly what we ate. Pilko made the potato salad and the Pres. did just about everything else for the smoked salmon salad – oh! except that Copra broke up the lettuce.
Your Choice’s signature dish, fruit salad was also on the menu, although it was noted that only 2 bananas had been used in the whole 8 litres of salad.
Being out in the wild meant that at Pedantic’s invitation we were allowed to pee on his lemon tree which was ok till it started to drizzle which meant one would return to ones seat and get a wet arse for their trouble.
A few Downs again tonight; firstly the hares, Pedantic and Pilko, and then visitors – Major Disaster’s son Bozo, all of Capt Bligh’s brothers in law – Tom, Dick, Harry, Bill, Fred you name ‘em they were all there. Then Jungle Jim who’s back in the fold and fighting On, and Molly Meldrum who had received his “all clear of the C” today. Finally, Smiley who looked like a St John’s Ambulance practise dummy – seems he fell off his push bike in his driveway.
The humour all came from the usual suspects, minus Frenchie, and covered power tools, Trump jokes, bull’s nutz, and Aldi’s latest sports playing medical diagnostician.
When Fox Face announced next week’s run and emphasised the 6.00PM start there was a chorus of “got it Kitty”.
On On
Bigamist