Mountains back on Menu
This week we were on the other side of the valley to 2 weeks ago. It appears that Khyber Pass subcontracted the night out to Grape Ape who said the trail took 11/2 hrs to complete earlier in the day – I didn’t know that he was involved but if you are going to cover the same ground as previous it stands to reason you use the previous culprit. In fact some of the previous run’s loo paper was still surviving after all of the rain we’ve had (Note: previous publicity).
So, the first km of trail was an impossible to run scramble down to the cobble-strewn road de sewerage along the creek. Despite all of the aforementioned rain the creek was clean and devoid of the usual grey water stink and thankfully not running a banker. The Split took the runners and long-walkers over the creek on a big loop out to the west and more fuckinills whilst the short-walkers, and 6.30 starters Pilko and I, continued on along the creek till the loop joined back in. The Hares have to be congratulated on the number of creek crossings – Water – joy oh joy! Apparently Slick was dispatched to set the short walk and “my missus came with me and she wasn’t the slightest bit interested in getting her feet wet”. I’ll let the membership adjudicate on that one. At the rejoin some of the long walkers, namely Druid and Krud had managed to get ahead of the gun runners like Music Man and Changi. They contended that there was no short-cutting involved? The last walkers like Wanker arrived at the bucket as the masses started to hoe into dinner.
The On was an open air affair and like I said subcontracting was rife here also with Grape at the BBQ cooking the lamb shaslicks sans skewer and presumably the “ghost hares” threw together the salads. Darwin Don clapped his eyes on to the quinoa salad and the chickpea dish and pronounced it the ultimate in healthy food. Tonight you could also see the bananas in the fruit salad from 40 paces – shame your scribe had to call around the table to get more than one slice. First complaint of the night came from Frenchie who was miffed at the temperature of the air-conditioning. Then the usually subdued XXXX, sitting at the quiet table, pronounced the wine was “orgasmic” and that “he was no longer the arse-hole he used to be”. That was all a bit too much for one sitting so the lord started to piddle down on us. The bench seats quickly made it to the shelter of the trailer whilst the tables got a much-needed wash.
Dodging rain drops made the announcements a bit of a messy occasion but hares Khyber, Payling and Slick were given a Down (not sure if subbie Grape managed a drink as well). Then Moishe for winning a medal at the old-age running champs. Maybe one night everyone should wear their medals to an On – there would be a lot of crook necks that night. Visitors tonight were a Hashman (whose name I missed) from Porto Galera in the Philippines and his rello-cum taxi driver.
Humour started as usual with Pee Dub who managed without the auto-Q. We now know he gets sex with every fill-up. Jack the Ripper was very presidential with his laugh and then we moved to the duets. Tic Toc was virginal with assistance from his Subbie (Grape) and Pee Dub stuffed a joke with Sheep Dip’s assistance.
On On
Bigamist
