Wasn’t and Wouldn’t but did
This week’s Hares promised(in print what’s more) that there wasn’t going to be any of the great hashing which Jock and Calici dished up on last week’s trail. There wouldn’t be “muddy hills to slide down, fallen trees to climb over, creeks to traverse just a smooth workout through the parks and narrow streets of picturesque Balmain with gorgeous views along the water’s edge” but did in the end produce something a little out of the box(er paper bag) at the ON.
Balmain is concrete and dog shit territory and despite this the trail took us close to the water for most of the run –and a port stop in Elkington Park. As with most runs in Balmain one can quite easily be off trail (intentionally or otherwise) and cross paths with hashers like Goanna who is on his own off trail or Druid doing his own thing. Who knows where the trail went after the port stop but most were back at the Bucket just on the hour with the runners like Music Man and Flying Scotsman looking very sweaty despite not having competition from the guns Cinders and Benny the Swede. Molly Meldrum was minding the Bucket (and Cheese and bickies and dolmades to have with our beer) on one side of Ballast Point whilst the Hares Kitty Litter and 777 were setting up the ON over the other side of Ballast Point Park – the world’s most expensive public park after the government spent $45M buying it back from a developer – the Posh do like to inhabit the best real estate.
Everybody straggled over to the On site to find three rows of benches set up under a hi-tech thatched roof to take in the view of the city from the south west. Hi-tech thatched roofs aren’t quite the waterproof model like their forebears so the hare’s were lucky the forecast rain didn’t eventuate – no plan B either.
We sat there, taking in the view, like sitting ducks consuming our Kebab in a paper bag with a dolmades – I’m only guessing that the guardians of good food and wine were so overcome by the view that there wasn’t a riot by said foodies. Just maybe they were aware the kebabs were after all from the cabbies kebab van at the Speedway servo on Victoria Road so they were “hatted” – or “turbaned” at least.
With the Pres absent Scud took the floor and dished out Downs to the Hares (who can’t drink for shit), visitor “Rod of Gladesville”, and punishment for Payling. Simmo getting his own back this week, charged Payling for sitting outside Jack the Ripper’s house for half an hour tonight before it dawned on him that JTR had said he didn’t need a lift – something dopey about these Mosmanians. Sitting in the background Pedantic managed to fly his birthday under the radar.
Before Pee Dub could start the humour E-Shit chimed in with one about a Lezo-in-lift in Dubai. Tonight was also one for jokes from on high as Pee Dub mounted the Dias or at least climbed the step ladder to get light to read his script and dished up crabs and lobster with scones. Wee Willy at ground level critiqued his Chinese private eye and Tic Toc was struggling with his Sudoku.
If you had a raffle ticket and you won the draw you got to take home left-overs.
On On
Bigamist