No Sugar Babies
Despite the very high probability that it was going to bucket down tonight 50 odd(approximate not weird) athletes assembled at Balls Head to see if E-Shit’s hype was justified or was it going to be a cock-up of monstrous proportions if it did rain. Being that its summertime and bush is a bit scarce in them there parts co-hare Wee Willy had to keep E-Shit on the straight and narrow more or less.
Of course the ragged rabble ran around the myriad of tracks in the Balls Head Reserve before the trail was off to the coal loader and the light at the end of the tunnel. Walkers of renown Jack the Ripper, Wanker, Prince Phillip, and Slick (Slick did request that he not be named and shamed again) were seen to be running, and passing others, on this part of the trail but that was to be of little use when they had another 3kms to go to get to Smoothey Park and the furthest point on the trail.
Naturally the lead runners would cock-up the extra loop on the runners trail at this point and as a result were at the bucket way before they should have been – I smell Benny the Swede in there somewhere…. And they all blamed one another for cocking it up.
The Bucket was held at a clearing overlooking the city and harbour and as Darwin Don said “the Abos would have sold ring side seats at this spot to see the First Fleet arrive”.
Grape Ape was running all over the food again tonight and it was Same Same with special bbq sauce and bird seed salad plus a bar of choccie to have with fruit salad. As dinner was being served Jock the Sock appeared out of the scrub, looking like a dirty old perve, to be last man in – didn’t think anyone knew he was MIA.
To cries of “fuck off E-Shit” the President handed out drinks to the two Hares. Poor old Wee Willy gets tainted by association. We then had a slight lull in proceedings as Flying Scotsman, the locum Hash Flash, got people staged for a pic. Then there were drinks for Wrappa as a returnee, Darwin Don for doing a complete strip as part of an act at Nash Hash in Ballarat, Goanna for parking in the “spastic spot” and parking another spastic in, and finally good to see Jungle Jim back, and for his trip to Port Douglas two years too early for the next Nash Hash.
Humour consisted of a quadrophony (that’s 4 jokes) from Pee Dub, and Wee Willy read a joke emailed in by an the absent Tic Toc. Tic Toc had to be there for that one.
With many Poshmen away on their bike ride its gunna be slim pickin’s at the Northbridge Hotel next week.
On On
Bigamist