Ready to be WICKED next week... |
Hare Dyke still has altitude sickness it seems. Not only did
he not have Parmesan cheese at the gourmet OnOn, he also didn’t give us a contiguous
trail to run. This of course may or may not have anything to do with the
down-down given to Crow for purposely coverig up flour trail in the Don Woods.
The sizeable pack made the Don Woods seemingly insecure to
the odd members of the public who saw us patrolling randomly in small groups
going in various direction. We reassembled dazed and confused back at the Pool
where we had started. Our monk had kept the drizzle at bay, and so still dry we
jumped into our vehicles and joined the procession to Dykes place.
Wonderful prizes were hidden in Flasher’s bag, but none came
out. Some poor man’s porn with underage images was flogged off in exchange for
bits of coloured paper with numbers. It wasn’t even rigged. This can only mean
one thing: Flasher is saving himself for the WICKED Annual General Pissup at
Fanny May’s house at 10 James Street, Devonport. Dress WICKEDLY, and we will traverse
Devonport in style. Remember it is mostly daylight now, so the peeping public
may catch a glimpse, so make it extra bizarre, ahum, extra WICKED!