Jungle Jim and Scud – a Cuckoo run in Fairyland
With a pack of over 40, there was a good gathering of the pack at Kobada park just behind Scud HQ. The Hares Scud and Jungle Jim were quite proud of their handiwork announcing that they had carefully created a walkers and runners trail and not to get lost.
Wombat, bright eyed and bushy tailed was there after his return from the country of his earlier wombat tails, sorry tales – Canada. Goonshow had behaved himself by reading the circular and entering via the fire trail – well done Goonshow. Lighting & Johno was there to redeem his family name after the ignomy of getting lost on last week’s run as was Goanna who was seen stuffing some provisions in his pocket after also missing his meal last week.
In addition to Nigel ,we had a jet setting pom from China who proudly announced his Hash name as the Only Gay in the Village – a bit of a mouthful we all thought! And Duckweave whose pussy at home was being well looked after. The pack was off with all the normal split of the athletes and non-athletes. Super athlete Little Shit, followed by Goonshow, Cinders, Nautilus ( with his sonar now working), Music Man ( dreaming of Thailand), Last Card Looney and Centrepoint showing a spring in his step after jungle training in preparation for Chiang Rai. Kitty Litter with his derriere intact, was showing signs of regaining his former running glory on his first solid run for a few weeks after caressing his rear end after a surgeon’s knife had done its job.
Bringing up the walkers was the Druid, Pilko and Yakkity Yak as the group did a loop back to the Fullers bridge to be joined by the runners having skirted around Koboda rocks Moishe was now leading the runners but slightly bemused by the Hares new system of double headed arrows or could it be there was some plagiarism from Boxkite’s and Wankers run the previous week ( invoice in the mail). Choice and Tic Toc,( much lighter these days from relief of producing run reports) were into the bush at Grosvenor and Lady Game Drive through the do not enter signs and over the felled trees only to be confronted once again by the weird looking device which of course they new exactly what it was the
“microbat save haven” – female bats sheltering from their randy male suitors. Spud was doing a great job ensuring his flock of runners kept on trail as well as dreaming an relishing the prospect of having “dialogue” with Polar Bare the following week Changi was setting a great pace as the pack went up the rock path retracing the steps of former hares as he marvelled at the native flora along the trail. Look – there is a greater periwinkle and a purple coral pea “ he exclaimed to S Bends with his boning rod in hand. “I don’t care a fuck all I want are my fucking hops!” retorted S Bends.
The runners now split near the Naamaroo conference centre , now real single head arrows for a change, with a small group headed by Wrappa ,Payling, Polly, and Foxface hightailing for the bucket with Goanna running a long last ensuring that he did not get lost this week.
Lightning with son in tow had done it again – fucking took the wrong trail with Johnno now questioning his father’s ability was reported as saying – “ Dad; are we on the wrong trail – again” quick as a “flash”, Lightning, trying to save his fatherhood image and respect said, –“ of course not son – just doing some extra running”. By now the pack was on River Avenue and with flashing lights everywhere ascended up to Scud HQ for well-deserved refreshments.
By this time Ayatollah with his chicken cookbook in hand this week had superbly cooked chicken ready to be dished out to the ravenous masses who were looking forward to a delightful dinner on a balmy night in Lane Cove. President Peedub ( savouring the thought of a week off) led the pack with numerous down downs. S Bends now the official photographer, was taking numerous shots of the self- promoting hashman, E Shit who was giving out dubious passes to a fucking boat show and showpiecing his phony Premiers Award light box – but which Premier ? – upon close examination it had been obviously photo shopped to give the impression of being famous! Note: Scuds adorning arm ( the Only Gay in the village) Firstly Down Down’s for the hares Scud and Jungle Jim for a nearly original run but with the novel idea of double headed arrows then we had the The Only Gay in the Village from China ( building factories) with Peedub proclaiming it was lucky he was not a poofter.
Nigel ( of “Oh not Nigel” fame) had a another down down as Peedub recountered Nigel’s sailing career on Condom ( or was it Condor) and the chance opportunity to buy the concrete “brick” hulled Helsal. Wombat was next up, looking remarkably young after his 3 months “exploring” Canada and to Bigamist for helping our mate Darwin Don move to the ground floor from the top floor but alas there are no women on the ground floor. And finally the “Truth” was exposed about the double lives of Ayatollah and Kitty Litter who are working at Fox Studios on the set of a new Kate Blanchett and Robert Redford (more below). Great jokes from Peedub and Tic Toc were told and finally a down down to E Shit for his reluctant announcement of a past Premier award that just happened to bit lit up !
Well done hares – On On to Tweety Pie and Tartan Bed at Allambie Heights
Your Hash Journey – Summary of Run 2469
Distance: 7.76km
Elevation gain: 162m
