Checkback
of No Good Boyo’s run at Suan Somdej Park.
As
recalled by Boo Hoo Barbie le Blonde
I
was reminded brutally AND (the indignity of it) twice, might I add, that it
I had to write this, which was totally unnecessary; after all as a teacher I
work twenty minutes a year and that twenty minutes takes an awful long time,
I can tell you! Sometimes I
don’t even have time to check my lipstick!
Which reminds me, I wish Hares would not choose such mosquito ridden
run sites; that Off! spray simply does NOT like my Chanel.
It clashes with my Number 5 and it really spoils my nail polish.
So please Hares could you remember that in future.
Of
course I didn’t know what to write. When
I asked, I was told “Oh just write anything”.
Is that like writing a blank cheque?
Can I write about the hash men?
(I might as well as now, a full two days later, I cannot remember
anything about the run). Well,
they really are a funny bunch! Ask
any Harriette and you will hear them described as “terrible”,
“rowdy”, “vulgar”, “exasperating”, “sexist”, “awful”.
I think that is a bit unfair; some of them are quite nice and one or
two even look like real men! And
they are very reasonable; after all they do let us Harriettes run with them.
You see I used to think the Monday hash was a “mixed hash” until
one of them put me right. Now I
know it is a privilege to be allowed to run.
But they say that hashing is a much more Serious Business than
“just running”. The men
think it is very Important. But
really there’s only all that “after the run” stuff where I have to
wear a silly T-shirt and they do men’s things like get pissed and go off
to lose their false teeth in garbage bins belonging to massage parlours.
Anyway,
it certainly was a weird bunch that assembled at Suan Somdej that last
Monday evening. I was a bit
worried as I had lost my tape telling me when to breathe in and when to
breathe out, but I managed to cope. I
think I am getting quite good at remembering difficult things these days.
We set off, following a man with a large horn in his horny hands.
Very soon though, he disappeared from sight and we just followed each
other all over the place.
I
don’t think the Hare was a very clever man.
The trail, which was made from funny little bits of white paper, kept
disappearing! I think he kept forgetting to put it down!
And they say men are supposed to be the more intelligent beings.
It was a bit frustrating, because then we didn’t know where to go. People had to run around looking! And then they secretly ran off, well at least one small bald
man did, without telling anyone and we just had to hurry as fast as we could
to keep up. One other man kept
on going on about elephants! Well
I couldn’t see any; there were these big piles of brown grassy smelly
stuff everywhere and it really got in the way of seeing.
Have
I written enough now? All right
then, a bit more. I know!
We eventually got back to where we started from!
Even the big tall man and the short Australian one got back, not like
last week when they went for a VERY long run.
There
was an RA and a Grand Master
Who thought they could think much faster
Than the Hares
But they couldn’t so they got lost.
After all, that we had a lot of fun and a very very very nice dinner.
Bye
bye!
