2395 STINKY with very little guidance from his Friends
A craftily planned 10 minute search for trail just 100m into the run allowed the eager bunch to digress from the upcoming yule tide festivities and reflect on the historic surroundings of Inglewood (Hmeans Mt Lawley ed.). Inglewood was first established during the gold rush period in the latter part of the 19th century and was rumoured to have been named after Norwegian ship – perhaps the reason that the early parts of the run seemed to have been designed to be as confusing as the Scandinavian languages. At this particular point in the run it was established that we at least had a map – but that the map may have been an outline of Timbuktu in the 1940s rather than of the run set in Inglewood.
Now last week there was a train derailment on the key east west transport link, which may have been the reason for the shortage of chalk in Perth this week, but no matter our trusty hare made sure that his single available stick was enough to mark out the entire run. This was successfully achieved by ensuring that there were arrows only every 400m or so, and that false trails and checks were cleverly minimised. The extra-long stretches on the run were most appreciated given it was the first really warm run of summer. And so the pack went up and down the modest hills amongst the well-trimmed federation style homes, and through the back alleys to highlight the darker side of this suburb of professionals. For the second time this year Boner was accosted for playing with his horn in the street – will he ever learn!!
Then just as the weary and overheated pack were swearing about not having a drink stop, we found ourselves back at the bucket after just 35 minutes. Onto the circle, once again Seagull showed us how bring a rowdy audience into line, issuing down downs to our welcome visitors Chris, Angel and his Son and Phranger from West Coast Hash. We then again had to listen to Triple J rant on about something or other (apparently he want’s subs increased by 20% next year??). Then it was time for Christmas – no the circle didn’t go for that long – I’m referring to our esteemed member who somehow worked out that his “talent” was balancing a cup of splash on his unusually flat head. None the less this is certainly a talent which received acclaim amongst the pack scoring a well-deserved 54.
Highlight the darker side of this suburb of professionals. For the second time this year Boner was accosted for playing with his horn in the street – will he ever learn!!
Then just as the weary and overheated pack were swearing about not having a drink stop, we found ourselves back at the bucket after just 35 minutes. Onto the circle, once again Seagull showed us how bring a rowdy audience into line, issuing down downs to our welcome visitors Chris, Angel and his Son and Phranger from West Coast Hash. We then again had to listen to Triple J rant on about something or other (apparently he want’s subs increased by 20% next year??). Then it was time for Christmas – no the circle didn’t go for that long – I’m referring to our esteemed member who somehow worked out that his “talent” was balancing a cup of splash on his unusually flat head. None the less this is certainly a talent which received acclaim amongst the pack scoring a well-deserved 54.
Nanny then stepped up to delicately critic the run – accordingly it was the experienced hash men in Ernie Dingo, Phantom and Christmas on whom the shame and scorn was accorded for not adequately assisting the well intentioned, but somewhat inexperienced hare. I can’t remember the score but to be fair I’m not sure it’s going to threaten the leaders for run of the year – regardless it’s always appreciated when an effort is made to entertain the finicky bunch.
The night was ended with steaming bowls of tasty pumpkin soup (perfect for a 40 degree night), followed by what, in the dim lights of the sports club, looked suspiciously like Bondi cigars, but which were tasty enough to warrant seconds. Good effort Stinky Alice.
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