Next weeks run is the Xmas extravaganza at Cheeze's fantastic and fabulous multi-story mansion in West Ulverstone - for those that don't know, it's in Amhurst St, just look for the Hawks shrine. By special request runners (and that includes walking wankers) should bring a wrapped present worth $10, and bring a plate with dessert food on it (if you feel inspired) that you would eat yourself - no crap!
And so it came to pass that the Trailmaster was late again. This time the blame can be apportioned to Maggie who was so engulfed in building his new super duper trailer that he lost track of time. As the little red toy car arrived at the run, the runners were seen far in the distance heading south to who knows where. Well, someone must have done as the trail passed under the expressway, not once, but twice! And at the same time giving the runners a whiff of pungent odours - there was some roadkill close by but the aroma of cooking chips made up for everything. You know, I did not get to call On On not once or even twice during the run - impatient bastards.
On arriving back at the unit that Cheeze built, Bonor provided a feast suitable for a King's footman. The walking wankers made big inroads into the feast so that there was only nibbles left for the runners who arrived much later. I think Dint was able to find enough scraps.
Downs were downed for reasons which I have no memory except that 777 runs figures somewhere in it. It was especially pleasing to see Eyesore and her date for the night FDB visiting from remote parts of Qld, hear tell they would move back to Tassie if there were some jobs. They bought along a virgin hasher named Adrian and he was promptly named Rocky (I think).
Word has it that after a 2 litre cask of port was demolished, Crow (who arrived late after looking after a group of public servants who are still getting paid at Oz Rock Inn, and did not bring the hub) invited those that were left to his place for more port. Some port loving diehards accepted the invitation and were heard leaving after daylight. 1080 was not impressed with the evidence left behind!
Guardy set the run, Bonor was the host, Foghorn performed the Lip and Captain Crab spilt a glass of red on the new concrete - what a combination!
Soff - (it's not my fault that the vehicle that I am in is late!)