VENUE: Fitts Village, St James
DATE: 30 th July, 2005
HARES: Mary, Roseanne & Wayne “G Spot”
SCRIBE: David Craig
In the car park at 1555 hours the sight of June Clarke in black running gear. made it one the easiest RA decisions ever - the new SHIT. For someone who started at run 1 (at Inch Marlowe by the way) it was an amazing choice of dress - another history lesson Rule 1, Dishonourable Misconduct, was originally designed to carry with it the SHIT award!
The trail meandered along the beach, into a storm drain and under the coast road before trekking southwards. The first check had the hounds sniffing in all directions before the trail took the pack up a steep scrubby hill. Much moaning and groaning was heard. O'Neale & Pumpkin aided and abetted each other by walking hand in hand. Rob Bateson aided his wife up the hill with hands at the rear whilst others used available branches and tree roots to scramble to the next level. Ralf and Vaughn led the pack without calling too loudly - the horns - Rene and Nigel performed a very bad “blow job”. The noise from the horn (all run) was rarely perceptible.
Damian the diver toddled along with his camping rucksack on his back, whilst Taxi Ted, who is said to be another kind of diver ambled along in the centre of the pack. The 'walkers' complained about the steepness of inclines, twanging shrubs and a general lack of tarmac – PATHETIC! High time we reverted to one run without 'Rs' and 'Ws' or whatever. Just follow the route. Instead we had collisions of hashers running and walking in different directions.
The hares did an excellent job of confusing many of the hounds. Several back checks which is always good; and for a time before we entered bush and gully there was pleasant chaos. Christian Gibbs behaved badly - choosing the W’s route, with beer in hand I might add, whilst his girlfriend chose the proper route. What a poofter which, of course, he justly became under the wrath of the acting RA Running alongside an extremely precipitous gully, the other side was protected with a heavy duty chain link fence with some truly nasty razor wire to prevent would be burglars or pradial larcenists access. Thankfully the pack emerged unscathed. Francie - another with a back pack warned fellow hashers of the dangers but it would be interesting to know is what these backpack hashers carry in their packs? What about a cutlass or wire cutters - could be useful.
Crossing the highway we entered a sprawled out residential area which has seen BH3 on many occasions and allowed the FRBs to stretch their legs. Cornish John , who proved to be an intrepid juror and Mike Rogers noted all the short cutters and non callers. Brian Stanley, the other juror who was celebrating 39 years on death row was perhaps thinking of carpets, ie lying on one, so he didn't spot many miscreants. Galloping downhill we managed to hold up a cricket game before rounding the Jordan Supermarket car park where our antics bemused the Saturday shoppers.
A well thought out run, plenty of flour - despite O'Neale's pathetic deliberations about dogs messing up the trail markings, and varying trails, with pathways, thick vegetation as well as dodging the Highway driving lunatics.
ON ON
Scribe: David Craig (typed at 0500 hrs today!) 4 th August, 2005
