2429 Virginal SCB with mentor DEEPLY BORING

SCB loses his VIRGINITY

The usual winter-run ardents arrived at Mt. Claremont Library car park on what had hitherto been a very wet and dark winter Monday, to happily find a small break in the downpour, if not the clouds, which still obscured any sun and, later that night, any moon. Moses immediately claimed the fortunate secession in downpour was due to divine intervention on account of his personal contacts with God, who was not present at the run to deny or punish this blasphemy. One of the co-hares, being Deeply Boring, complained bitterly, that having only just set the run earlier that afternoon, the heavens immediately opened and washed every trace of carefully laid chalk and flour away, as were Man's sins during the Great Flood, and that he suspected Allah or maybe Yaweh was purposely pissing on us due to the pig's head soup Deeply had prepared for after-circle nourishment, not being exactly halal or kosher. But with a brave and determined effort SCB and his co-hares, Deeply and Not-so, relayed the run before the 6:00 pm gathering. No sooner had this been done than it pissed down again!! Further indication of the contemptuous attitude of the Joker-in-the-Sky to pitiful hashmen. Not-So-Boring set off once again to lay the trail a third time, with the small amount of chalk left, while Phantom gave Boner a copy of the map and the latter sped off like a Knight in shining armour, to be a Live Hare and confound almighty forces determined to allay us from our purpose. As it turned out, there remained enough trail for a fairly decent run (which was subsequently awarded 8 out of 10 and Best Virgin Run by Boner, without any authority) and the Walkers ( see other notes), followed by the pack, made it to the Drink Stop for a cup of warm mulled wine specially prepared by the Dutchess. The rest of the run was relatively uneventful, although a few false trails and checks did manage to keep the pack reasonably together.
 
WALKERS overlooked the old Jungle saying “NEVER LOSE SIGHT OF THE PHANTOM” and quite early the dog lovers  ,COLONEL and CAPITAIN ,amongst others chatted amongst themselves losing contact with their Dear Leader . This lack of concentration meant that the WALKERS were reduced from 15 to 5 as the squibs retreated to the Bucket .
 
The circle convened with the usual pathetic jokes to start before Haggis decided to award a unique cap to Mole with the brim bearing the title "I don't do nice, not even at Christmas" which everybody, including Mole, thought was very obvious and not worthy of applause, for some reason, which no doubt has disappointed poor Haggis' efforts.
 
Very spicy dinner enjoyed by all especially those who went back for thirds!!
 
TOPGUN