JUST BEAUT

Run #1832 Monday 3rd February Australian Night from the Park Inn with T Humper & I-Poo'd

 

Parky in the Park car park [sic] and a lone idiot was chanting dementedly. So come along sports, singalong with me to get you warmed up early in these shenanigans:

 

Oh tie me kangaroo down sport

Tie me kangaroo down

Who let me wallaby out trout*

Tie me kangaroo down

Come on let's hear it

TIE ME KANGAROO...

 

No? Well please yourselves then.

 

And an extra verse for SM Ellie's splendid (even though she had to explain what it was) cockatoo outfit:

Keep me cockatoo cool, Curl
Keep me cockatoo cool
Ah, don't go acting the fool, Curl
Just keep me cockatoo cool
Altogether now!

 

Yes, it was Aussie Night in aid of the fire afflicted animals and the outback outfits arrived: Strap-On with splendid face paint flag; Wiggy in gay beachwear; Mummy Soapy and baby Palmolive koalas; T Humper in koala sleepover kit and the inevitable cork hats too manifold to mention.

The roll call was:

Winfield, Teapot, Piltdown, Georgie, Coldtits, Wet Johnny, Erection, 69, Wigwam, SM Ellie, Soapy, Palmolive, 3Sum, SatNav, Grinder, Big End, Well Hopped, Slip on Me, Only Here 4 the Beer, Dog End, McMuffin, Weenie Whopper, I-Poo'd, T Humper, Manpig, Just Coming, Doris, Gaga4It, Brenda, Forrest, Strap-On, Archangel, BB 33 all told and ably supported later by Para and the legendary Bobby Woll.

 

Circle up and they awaited the pep talk from T Humper. A SIX miler long and Manpig was extremely aghast; a three mile or so short trail and of coursey the walkers' trail which would presumably be the trail of choice for Mrs Doubtfire - more on this a bit later, Oh Dearly Who the Hell Wuz That sport.

A gentle start saw cobber Wiggy lead the pack down the hill with Grinder sans Deep Throat (evening in doing his washing) and warrior Wet Johnny right behind.

 

T Humper had indicated that it was a 'runners' trail for the longs and she was Shirley right. Gloriously did WJ, Grinder, Manpig, Erection, Forrest and the Bat flee along the languid lanes.

Surprisingly missing from our merry band were Big End/Ned and Well Hopped and we looked back a few times to see where they were but they were on the short as Well Hopped wasn't too well.

Home territory for Manpig and he was the man to follow, steering Forrest and the Bat clear of Grinder and WJ before they inevitably closed up again.

 

About three miles under our belts when an arrow pointed menacingly upwards into the woods and off-trail for the first time.

 

It had been a great rolling trail and the cool ones beckoned from only a mile away and, after all, I was very old and decrepit and I had my Blue Ridge Mountains of Virginia racing flats on.... shall I continue or do you get the vague notion that I didn't Go West Young Man...

Fearing that the Bat might be mugged, Forrest and Manpig escorted him back to the Gun Dog Park, Manpig veering off for a wash and brush up at his drum en routey.

We came upon a Child of God, he was jogging along the path towards us and there was Archangel, ploughing a lonely furrow down the short and, as usual sport, playing the game.

 

Close to home by the railway bridge was a wandering Erection, babbling incoherently about sightseeing in North Whilborough.

 

Exactly four tarmac miles recorded and I summoned my Gun Dog at the bar before being intercepted by T Humper. 'How was it BB?' My guilty look said it all. 'Oh, it took me hours to lay!' So sorry T Humper, the spirit was lacking and I can only blame it on the Gun Dog - now where have I heard that before?

 

But never mind, Grinder and Wet Johnny (did extra loop as well) and I think SM Ellie completed the long. The shorts were full of praise for the short trail which was mainly off-road and all were soon safely back to commence the fun and frolics.

 

Slip on Me was made up to the nines in her classy Dame Edna Everage garb and 3Sum certainly looked the part but many had made a fair dinkum effort. Good on ya sports.

 

*Poetic licence sports

 

WINFIELD'S MEMORIES of #1832 Mon.3rd Feb

Following an appeal from our Australian colleagues, to help the animals effected by bush fires An Australian Eve at The Park Inn Kingskerswell was organised by Hares:T.Humper & I'Pood "Wear something Australian" was the call for this special event with I'Pood baking cakes etc while T.Humper organised the Bush Tucker Challenge to help boost funds.

 

Hashers rose to the occasion immediately, with an excellent turnout of Australian costumes dressed as either people or Animals with £232.03 raised so far to help the injured animals in Australia but we will be collecting next week as well for all of those who missed this week

 

.Firstly last eve, a great a trail, where we could well have been deep in the outback bush when the 50/50 trail led us off road to some of the muddiest tracks ever! some even turned back here!

The police questioned Piltdown and Georgie who were in costume! when some unusual characters were spotted on a bridge throwing turnips at passing cars!

 

All was sorted, when we were finally able to kicked off the muddy shoes and change before and heading into Little Australia at the Park Inn.

 

T.Humper's Bush Tucker Challenge was now in place, DD nominations had a choice, pay the price eat the Tucker or face a DD First some bulls eyes to swallow with Slip-On me and Palmolive who did fail that the test! Next Fish eye drink with both Grinder and Erection taking the Challenge! McMuffin had her Birthday DD without a problem but Bobbiball has a problem with those Crickets. Archangel mastered the didgeridoo But Just Coming needed to wash those Meal Worms down quickly!

 

A great evening well done T.Humper & I,Pood, no doubt we will increase on the current donation for Australian animals

 

POSTSCRIPT

A bonza evening at the Park and all credit to I-Poo'd and T Humper (not forgetting Park and Ride of course) for their magnificent efforts to make it happen. The Bush Tucker Challenges struck fear into some and Erection has threatened reprisals from being nominated but it was all good fun though possibly not 'in the best possible taste' for the nominees. We loved it all T Humper and such a good cause. Summed up in a word - BEAUT.

And finally, where the hell did the Crocodile Dundee inflatable croc come from? I woke up Tuesday morning to find it sleeping next to me on the top bunk bed. Yes, quite an evening.

 

ON ON to next week at The Manor Inn Galmpton our "Love Trail" with Shitfaced and Coldtitz