Ancient Architecture and the world’s best ever Prawn Toast
Unlike most northern beaches tradies who won’t cross Roseville Bridge for any job, hares Lightning and Hanoi Bill were prepared to cross Middle Harbour to Castlecrag tonight to get the job done.
As we all know Castlecrag is the Walter Burley Griffin (he of Canberra fame) suburb. Walt and his missus used this part of Sydney to veg. out, and design a few shacks, after the trials of working with our pollies on the nation’s capital. Apparently the yank was a bit of a greenie so he designed plenty of walking trails and parks (20% of the area of the ‘burb) which means pretty good winter hashing territory. The trail for the walkers was contained very close to the start and kept the perambulators out for 40mins whilst the giant runners loop used all of those streets named after parts of a castle to get out to the end of the bluff. They did use part of boring old Knight Pl. (s’pose the knights were in the castle).
There were a few Bucket dwellers tonight, yours truly with a crook back and Virginus Illegitimus, looking a little dapper, with no excuse at all. S-Bends had a moan about the lack of cold in the beer – jeez the air temperature made up for it though. The runners didn’t all arrive in a race for a beer as usual, although with Cinders back there was some push. Payling again brought up the rear of the walkers doing the runners trail.
We haven’t been to this “chang-er” for some time and it has changed owners and name in that time. Wrapper had called in the previous Saturday to check it out for a little tete-a-tete and decided that it was way outside his meagre budget but apparently Lightning talked real money and managed to get a real deal.
The red-wine-magnet tablecloths and the bucket sized wine glasses were something of a risk. French Connection missed out on the first round of food and was heard to belly-ache which was fair enough because entre included those world’s best ever prawn toasts. In all a great Chinese meal.
A few Downs for the President to hand out tonight. The hares naturally, and it was noted that Hanoi’s section of the trail was arse-about. Baron von Drut had a birthday today (we noted he didn’t shout) so did Goon Show (he didn’t shout either), while Molly Meldrum and Little Shit flew under the birthday radar. Wrapper and Payling got punished for spillage – told you those glasses and the linen were risky. Finally, E-Shit, just back from wooden-spooning the Laser World Masters and surprisingly there was no show and tell (of the Spoon).
Looks like I have to change the “Trash” template as once again Jack the Ripper was first up with a joke as it seems that at week 44 of this current Committee Pee Dub has run out of humour. JTR had a stroke with a broken finger. As usual Tic Toc and his big family were out again and this time there were no Suckers and Fuckers in the good ole USA.
It should be noted that Prince Phil has retired this week, and as decreed by the President at Run 2602 on May 8th at Concord he shall be from now on be known as Handshake.
On On
Bigamist