Run No. 2610 – 3rd July 2017

Buy, Buy your American Pie

Tonight there was real concern amongst the Posh literati as to how your Scribe was going to write this one up. Hmmmm…… well.
Yer gotta say this run had everything, and consequently there was potential for everything to go arse-up. The elements – 1. Big Promo (because all of Nth America was having a birthday – we have our birthday in January so its like Xmas in July), 2. Early start, 3. Public transport to the trail start, 4. City trail in arcades, 5. Lots of officeworker punters to deal with, 6. Bucket in city park in the middle of the State bureaucratic zone, 7.On On in a funky Burger Bar, 8. Public transport back to our cars.

So, let us dissect these elements. The hares were advised not to send out their final promo flyer until Monday because it’s now well known that nobody checks the run details till then. When it’s a large blurb there is a tendency for some amongst us to read selective parts of the blurb – Mr Neat only picked up on “meet at Garland Rd” so was not prepared for anything else including bring your Opal Card, and Grape Ape picked up on “Macquarie Place Park, Memorial Obelisk, Cnr. Loftus & Bridge Sts, CBD” which is where he turned up ready to start. 28 hashers turned up at 6pm – not bad. The M40 turned up on time at the designated bus stop and whisked us down the freeway to Wynyard – a tick for that one. Trail in city arcades, and yep the enthusiastic building cleaners were washing arrows off as fast as Tic Toc put chalk to granite which required the hare to direct the pack until we got thru Wynyard Station and on our way to Barangaroo – always an area fraught with danger. The hordes of workers stampeding towards the station had us battling for stair and escalator space – bet the hares didn’t reccy the trail at this time of night? As 777, Pee Dub, Jack the Ripper and your scribe were doing  a little superior hashing around the back of  Darling Harbour JTR commented, quite rightly “that its only ever the Cock-ups which are remembered and talked about”. No grief at the Bucket although Capt. Bligh was on tenterhooks as his car, containing all our bags, was parked in a “Govt. vehicles only” car space. Bar Luca, the funky burger joint? As some of us finished at the Bucket we opted to get out of the cold and headed to the On – walked in to find 1 table available to us (the others were booked after 8) and fronted the bar to buy a $9 beer (which is double what I pay at the Bayview in Happy Hour). Within seconds the “alternative advice” walks in the door to say that there would be 2 beers included with our $25 burger. That’s 3 beers to chat to the RBT about on the way home and the barman was not interested in substituting 1 other any beer for the 2 Buds – Fuck! $9 beer and $25 burger and apparently there was a choice. When your Scribe went to the bar the staff were only counting heads and multiplying by 2 to provide beers – no discussion of alternatives burgers. The Pecan and Caramel slice provided by the hares was tasty and plentiful. So the On was only a fashion parade. We had Tic “Indiana Jones” Toc, Capt “I think he was going to be Capt America” Bligh, Flying “Davey Crockett” Scotsman, Donald “Smiley” Trump, “I eat Beaver” Simmo, Kitty “Gordie Howe” Litter who had used his wife’s bra padding to pack out his shirt, E “America’s Cup” Shit, Prince “Stars and Stripes” Phil, W “Yogi Bear” C, and Yackitty “Lumber Jack” Yak to name a few.
After much discussion as to whether we were catching the 343 or 373 back to our cars someone said the bus leaves Gresham St in 5 and everybody bolted out the door. We did, however, manage to entertain some of the other passengers on the return trip.
Wombat may have been the only Poshman to get real enjoyment out of Canada’s Birthday.
So, you make up your own mind.

On On
Bigamist