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RUN 1302 Rotten O Gairn Wood
Monday 23rd July 2007
Hares: Nipples and No Drugs Man
Scribe : Pigiron
Once again the ugly canker of prejudice invades the hardening arteries of AH3.Meeting at the Ian Oliver Memorial Car Park and deprived of fresh meat, the GM turned nasty, selecting the hapless Pigiron to be Hash Horn and thus Scribe this week. Manfully accepting the challenge, Pigiron (for it was he) prepared himself to lead the pack across the wastelands of Countesswells.
A picture of honed athleticism, he was posed for the off, a coiled spring (albeit from a cuckoo clock), a finely tuned running machine. But no, at the eleventh hour a civilian appeared whining about his car being blocked in by a blue RAV and Pigiron had to release his horn in order to rescue the hash from this embarrassment. Oh! The disappointment, the anguish, the dilemma; duty or fame? Duty prevailed.
With swift efficiency Farmer was recalled to move his car which, miraculously, actually started and kept running long enough to be parked in the ditch, only scraping two other vehicles in the process. The more alert reader will have gathered that by this time the hash would have disappeared into the rain and so it was. Pigiron left to wander the woods alone, again.
And so to the run report: the hash went somewhere. There was a beer stop. Trouser shredder buggered up her ankle. Nae Knickers suffered a terrible gash. Farmer cared not. It pissed with rain. Most of the hash returned.
It is said that Nipples has a private garage of new cars. Just as well. Pigiron returned to base to find Olymprick sitting quietly, cheap cider in hand, watching No Drugs using the excuse of starting the BBQ to set his Dad’s new Honda alight with a large bottle of firestarter fluid pressed into service as a very effective flamethrower. He failed, so no fun there.
Apparently the RA was at the circle, but he was eclipsed by many witty charges from the mob. One from Aunty Pasta involved a new runner and Champagne, an excellent one from Pigiron re the dramatic car-blocking-in (interrupted by some traffic management issues), countered by Farmer trying to shift the blame, and a rather pathetic reminder from Dada that all this will be under concrete should the AWPR go ahead. Good Grief.
Despite being absent wrestling hydrocarbons from the Antipodes and the Sub-continent, it seems that All Because has managed 150 runs and was duly awarded the usual quality garment from the Pound Shop.
The hares hosted a post-run BBQ, a gallant effort especially given the weather, but your reporter had to go home for a wee rest and his medicine.
ON ON
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