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Bangkok Monday Hash House Harriers
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Run:- 1340 Date:- 24 November 2008
Location:- Baan Dang Steakhouse, Romklao Soi 52
Hares:- Vichai Cool and Piya
Scribe:- AKMWeek two of the Bogdiver regime took us to Rom Klao Road and the prospect of a run hared by Vichai Cool as his “co-hare” Piya. I set out in the piss truck, not with our nominal Hash Piss, Eat Me, but with Khun Tu and (Ab)Normal. Plus la change.
As we drove to the run site I mulled over how refreshed and renewed the BMH3 seemed under our new strongman. The flaccidity of the Canal Rapee year (Was it only a year? How time drags when you’re not having fun.) seemed an age ago and I reveled in the bracing winds of change emanating from our new Dear Leader’s arse.
The run site had been strategically chosen by the hare for its solitude and peacefulness and I appreciated the opportunity to dodge around incoming and outgoing cars as I lined up to pay my run fees, not to our nominal Hash Cash, No No, but to his Ass, one Spinning Dwarf. Plus la change again.
The run was the sum of four parts, as are most squares. A Man Called Horse summed it up nicely by pointing out that it was part of a downward slide that started with the ex-GM’s lame effort the week before. Given that I am next week’s hare, you can expect that trend to continue, i.e. the run quality falling faster than Sugar Daddy’s head towards the floor of Noriega’s on a Friday night. But is the BMH3 about the running? No, of course not. It is about celebrating the greater glory of our Lord Bog, and this we did in true style. Is it just me or do all of you smell the whiff of Nuremberg around our post-run activities? (And by that I mean Nuremberg back in the fun days of the ‘30s, not the sham American-led show trials in 46). The new, clean, Aryan administration of Bog the Father, the Son, and the Holy Ghost gives us draft beer, frankfurters and mustard, and the pillorying of the weak. What more could one want?
Pre-circle conversation focused on how hammered a number of us had been in Cowboy after last week’s run. An interesting point was that several people could not remember Bad Boy Bubby being out with us, and this despite his being considered quite stylish and charming by Canadian standards and having an enormous repertoire of stories about mixed martial arts.
The circle witnessed Bog (our father, who art in heaven) handing out down-downs to various retards in the style which has made him a household name in Phuket. The timing of the circle was judged perfectly in order to allow for sufficient social drinking both before and after it. Although, the early departure of the Linda Brothers threw something of a wrench into the planning machine since the rule is to have the circle precisely 10 minutes after they leave. Nevertheless, Bog (hallowed be thy name) showed enough flexibility to allow the pre-circle drinking to continue until an appropriate amount of draft Singha, Tiger, Chang, Heineken, John Smith’s Winter Warmer, or whatever you think it is, was consumed.
The on-on-on featured plenty of food and even more beer, clearly subsidized by the hare, so well done Khun Vichai. However, even the copious quantities of Heineken on the table were not enough to slake the thirsts of Spinning Dwarf, Canal Rapee, Katoey Kickboxer (who had run the Bangkok marathon the previous day and still looked as fresh as a 50-year-old Chinaman can), Stephan, and a few others of us. Our glorious leader therefore undertook to drive Spinning Dwarf to the nearest 7-11 where he purchased enough beer to see us through to Cowboy.
Fifty more weeks of this? I say “Bring it on!”
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On Monday 24 November we had 21 Harriers, 9 Harriettes, 0 new boots and 3 visitors, total = 33. Returners included Piya R., Vichai S., Fred Ayris, Stefan Cassel and Peter Wallbank.
