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Date: 21 Jan 02 |
Venue : Vouliagmeni |
Hares: McT and The Grape Ape |
Scribe: Camel Toe |
THE RUN (No. 1244 for the anoraks that bother counting!)
WHAT an abortion!!
Q. "Is there anything the Hares would like to tell us about the Run … before we start?"
A. "No! It’s that way! On, on!!"
Oh, so there were no new Dreamworld Aboriginal markings that it might have been helpful to know about in advance, then? What was that ‘E’ thing? … And there was I … desperately hoping it was going to be an Ecstasy stop.
And … it would at least have been nice to know that we were running on blue, which at some point or other would change to a very anaemic white. "Oh goodie", I thought! "Stuff the Ecstasy … they brought Cocaine!!" Trust an Accountant to run out of blue and have to go and buy more flour! Couldn’t organise an orgy in a whorehouse!!
Small wonder then that the hares managed to completely split the pack (well, that’s mine and SBF’s story about why we arrived back on our own after emerging out of the bushes, and we’re sticking to it!!). We lost a rookie Marine for half an hour (nice one!); almost lost poor Gobbler, who can do fantastic cartwheels while going arse-over-tit down embankments by the way; and we tried to lose Immac, at least for 5 minutes, but we just couldn’t shake him off.
See what I mean? A complete travesty!! I leave a hot man in bed every Sunday morning to come to these things you know, and I’m really beginning to question my sanity. (Scrub that. OK!! So I need my head feeling!!!) A thousand DOI’s for you two, forever more!!
THE CIRCLE
BUT it WAS a beaooootiful sunny day, and what a turnout. A couple of New Boots, and plenty of Returners. We were almost in danger of running out of beer! How many of us where there? About 40? 50?? And hey … what a great circle! (Did we attract a few of the locals, or what? There were even more of them than there were of us. We should have charged them for the entertainment!!)
Great jokes, great singing (well, OK … but we tried), great poems! STOP!! Poems???
Boo hoo at losing Jens and Dana, but not too much ‘cos we haven’t seen them for donkey’s yonks anyway! Hankies away!
Great doggie impression from D&H (obviously getting a lot of practice!) I was tempted to get down on my hands and knees and join him! Out of the way, Clit!!
Thanks to visiting Hasher and co-Hare the wonderful Grape Ape, we now know what Hamish wears under his kilt, but mercifully … no demonstration.
SBF doing a bit of knicker sniffing … while still being worn!!
And, …great goss, too! Shhhh! Don’t tell anyone, but … guess which Hasher got his knob polished at the Curry Nite on Saturday night, then! ( … mentioning no names, but he’s got more hair on his head than he has on his legs!!) I thought he was walking in a bit of a wonk when he arrived!! Well, it was that and the grin that gave it away. And guess who polished it!! Better not say!!! I can get away with this much, ‘cos he’ll be in Germany for the next couple of weeks! He can take me out and shoot me when he gets back. (Err … it doesn’t really count as gossip if he was bragging about it anyway, does it? She asks … hopefully!! Gulp!)
THE SCRAN
Posh Aussie nosh at McT’s pad! Mmmm, mmmmm!! Finger lickin’ good. Can we have some more, please?
So. It’s good-bye from me, and here’s hoping it’s at least another year before I’m asked to write one of these blasted things.
Affectionately yours!
Camel Toe