(Totally) Anti Pasta
The Posh, to a man, were particularly vociferous tonight about last week’s Pasta Dinner – say no more. We were at Balgowlah Golf Club tonight and there had been an offer to play a round of golf with Kitty Litter before the run but then Kitty discovered that he would finish on the course at 5pm and that meant he’d have to sit around drinking beers till Hash time – and the problem with that is?
From this start point we either head to the hills of Clontarf, or we go into the Chez Merde Blanc Zone of North Balgowlah – which we did. The “Angel of Smithfield”, Goanna, must have had his wings clipped as he didn’t make it to the run till Bucket time, but the large pack was generally favourable in their remarks of the trail. There were however grumblings amongst the elite athletes about the mind-numbing performance of Flying Scotsman these days. A request has been submitted to the Committee asking that FS’s pacemaker be turned down a notch.
The meal tonight was prepared by Guest Chef Louis Baumann, of Louis’s Fairway bistro fame, who dished up Swiss stew/Irish goulash with salad, and finger lickin’ sticky date pudding (of some ethnic background). Darwin Don had seconds from a new clean plate thereby adding to someone’s washing up task.
The President whispered something about order. The Hare and sub-Hare, Lost Patrol and Duckweave were so busy talking that they nearly missed their call to the floor and a free drink. The chef also received a drink as thanks – funnily enough Franco didn’t get one last week. Then WC was welcomed back with the offer of a returnees drink but instead he started on the story of how he single-handedly force up the price of health insurance by having a list of health related catastrophes as long as Smiley’s broken arm. Calici Virus commented that it sounded like an organ recital. It was a Home Game for a rarely seen San Francisco but he managed fly under the down-down radar of acknowledgement.
The humour was from the usual culprits. Pee Dub with one about a Victorian, and a Brokenhillian who didn’t give a F@#k. S-Bends farted, and Tic Toc got touchy-feely with Pee Dub and a handful of tit, before Pee Dub returned to the floor to tell us about Barbie the house-keeper.
On On
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