It’s all about membership, membership, membership.
We were in the inner west ‘burb of Petersham tonight so that Bumcrack could renew his membership at the “R-ey” and get his free birthday beer. Refugee, Tyre Fruck had battled the M1 to assist with trail laying duty. At 6.15 the Hares were freaking out that the pack would be nearly non-existent but then Tic Toc , training it because he could, turned up early, for him, and we knew things would be all ok.
The TM, Plunger had us off to a questionable start and within 100metres 38 Poshmen J-walked right in front of the cop shop at the intersection of Stanmore Rd and Crystal St – not sure whether that was good or bad. At least if someone got bowled the cops would be there before the towies – maybe? There was minimal hindrance as the pack circled northern Marrickville. According to Smiley, who appeared to be injury and disease free tonight, there was one check and two check-backs. Whatever, it allowed the runners to leg it and cover trail in 37 minutes. Moishe, Superglue and Benny the Swede ran an extra block at the end to add three minutes to their time for the 5.95km trail.
Whilst the late-comer, Duckweave, and the runners waited in the cold for the walkers to return to the Bucket the grog police turned up to make sure we were drinking ginger beer – which we were? Always to the fore in negotiations, Little Shit sorted things out. The effort was so exhausting that he had to leave the On before the announcements.
As was the plan we had to use Bumcrack’s newly renewed membership to get a discount on food and beer at the On. Naturally, membership is not all about perks and Bumcrack spent half the first part of the night signing the ID-less amongst us into the club. Good cheap, prompt food and a good range of beers – the Asahi was delectable.
As soon as the President rose to call order Benny the Swede and the aforementioned Little Shit tried to depart unnoticed – there will be repercussions.
Downs tonight to the Hares, Calici Virus for being adorned in hi-viz for the run and camouflage for the On, and the tights-clad boys from the ballet Goon Show and Wee Willie.
Due to abysmal event planning Pee Dub was still eating when humour time came around so Wee Willie stepped up first with a very poor Q & A – his wife obviously didn’t go to Canada on holidays with him because we all know if she did the humour would have been better quality. Pee Dub put down his weapons and rattled one off sans autocue which was impressive. Tic Toc’s Jewish mate (he seems to have a lot of them at joke time) left his 12 kids at the cemetery.
On On
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