SAM(E) SING BUT DIFFERENT
Sometimes yer just gotta follow the food. Jeez!
What can you say about a run in Northbridge other than we’ve been here before but we weren’t going to the pub for the On.
On the plus side tonight there was no public transport, and no Opal Card required. So, we got the golf course (again), the sailing club (again), Bob Hawke’s house (again), we got close to Wrapper’s house, and courtesy of co-hare Lost Patrol the TM got a computer generated and laminated map that Plunger thought was orgasmic.
Hare Duckweave was heard to comment that he’d added about 5kms into the trail for the runners but at the Bucket Virginus Illegitimus reckoned the whole runners trail was only 5kms which couldabin correct because the usual FRB’s were in after 44 minutes. The rest of the Pack straggled into the Bucket between the 2 and 3 beer mark. Payling was on tonight – he figured if he was going to cough and splutter his way around a hash trail it may as well be one close to home. Also good to see Mash back in the fold after he single-handedly short-circuiting all of South Australia when his you beaut computer turned all of his pool filters on, and Chastity Belt who dragged himself away from his little Indonesian “amah” in Hong Kong to grace us with his presence.
As I mentioned tonight’s On was not to be at the Northbridge pub with its slick(sic) bistro service but at Sam et Sing’s Laksa House. In the months since we graced this establishment in its previous incarnation, where we would be seated in an arcade in Crowie, Duckweave has been sleuthing around to find out where Sam went to after the building was flattened – looks like it’s Northbridge but shit I think he displaced the Little Dumpling. Now we all sit in a restaurant unless your disturbed little mind thought that the tables outside in the cold were a good idea. Menu is the sam(e) – chicken laksa and as usual a good one although E Shit thought the serving was larger than before. That comment came between slurps as he drank the dregs from his bowl….. and yes lychees and ice cream for dessert.
As announcement time was coming around Jack the Ripper jumped to his feet to announce his next week’s run and buggered the whole order of proceedings – that was worthy of a Down Mr President. I’m thinking that that really put the President off his game because after the Hares were duly recognised he forgot the returnee until after the humour.
There needs to be a Royal Commission into some of the humour as S Bends’ and Pee Dub’s jokes were out of last millennium. Duckweave questioned the quality of the Census data. Tic Toc told a Chinese Jewish joke gliding to within a bee’s dick of offending the chef – Same Ting.
With a glass of red in one hand and a beer in the other Chastity received a returnees Down and was asked to tell a joke; a request he then flick passed to Capt Bligh who gave nothing other than a blank look.
On On
Bigamist