A perfect night for a run, warm and sultry and 26 were there to enjoy the run set by Triple J. There were 7 runners and Moses will follow up with the run report. The walkers were in the hands of Phantom and he did well – a 45 minutes walk and we seemed to stumble on the on home without realising it. An interesting suburb, affluent houses at the start and then pretty ordinary old houses as we moved further away.
The On Sec duties were performed by Sir Knob in the absence of Rimmer. He mentioned the sundowner at Fibber McGees on Wednesday and details of Jaapies funeral being held this Tuesday afternoon. He told us that he had been ambushed by Crayfish on the walk who complained that the committee had not given enough support in getting the remaining 45% of members on to Facebook. Sir Knob made a passioned plea to get the recalcitrants to sign up and enjoy the run write ups, photos and comments – time will tell. He then called up Pothole and Colonel as negligent dog owners – Pothole for having his dog over shorn and Colonel for parking the dog over an ants nets. Emu and Crayfish were called up in their capacity as expert political commentators to give a date as to when Sussan Ley will be given the flick and then finished with a joke about a bus driver.
Dick Tracey as RA commenced by letting us know that Mumbles had a pacemaker put in that day and Budgie said he had spoken to him and all was okay, Rumpole up for his haircut and then praised Moses as being the most honest man in the club, putting a token in the box for a last week’s purchase. Pitt made an entrance back to running and spoke about the run and Grizzly was asked to comment on the run but declined as he was too busy talking and didn’t take much notice of the surroundings. Triple J set the run on his own and was rewarded with a 8.7.
The meal was not of epicurean standards but bloody delicious and thoroughly enjoyable – a hot pie, baked beans and a roast potato.
Our thanks to Triple J for the night and The Griz, Dozer and Xmas for attending to wagon duties.
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The Saturday edition of The West Australian each week has an article on “The Untold History of Western Australia” written by Malcolm Quekett and this week the article was about “How Monks Came to Make Their Mark”. The article makes reference to Jeroni Rodoreda who was a Spanish monk who arrived at Fremantle on 4 January 1850 at the young age of 18 and then headed off on a 10 day trip to New Norcia to start the New Norcia monastery. Needless to say, he left the monastery in 1852 and settled in Perth city as a baker. He married and raised 9 children. Jeroni is none other than Skid’s great great grandfather.
Editors Note: Just thinking, if Jeroni stuck to his vows of chastity, there would be no Skid today!