BMH3 Run report

Run 1553, 24 Decembert 2012
Location: Ruan Sila restuarant, Rama V bridge, Nonthaburi:.
Hare: KC and Ellen
Scribe: No Good Boyo

Kids were in the other part of the building all practising on their violins, flutes and guitars, but in the meantime we gathered at the back of the restaurant, unbeknown to KC closed on Monday’s, but apparently the owner had given KC permission to gather at the car park. What a weird place. Kiddies to the front and diners (when open) to the back. This could be some kind of Jimmy Savile paradise I thought. Should the hash be encouraging this kind of sub-culture?

The run took in the usual loop around the four Wats on the river. At one point Tinker told us that he was amazed to find a 30 metre long building with a concrete cockerel head on the front and at the back its feathered tail. According to our correspondent there was additionally a massive globe of the world under the head. Now first thoughts were WTF had Tinker been snorting before the run. This is surely an aberration even given normal Thai architectural standards.

Few hashers started the run, but at the end we had a very good gathering of over 30. There were short cutters all over the place which surely made Cengiz more comfortable in his perennial role. Eric not satisfied with the original trail went out and did something else again and came in during the circle.

Talking of the circle. We unusually had to pick up individually donated Christmas gifts from a table and share them around. Brenda thought she got a chocolate cake, but in fact it was a bar of soap! Hubby consoled her with a small bottle of cheap whiskey. Noi got hold of a bottle of vodka with alacrity. Malinee got a crafted mug which she would not exchange with Obama for a bottle of lovely Australian white wine. As the real circle resumed, the two American dudes from Japan got down downs for getting away from their 11pm curfew in that country. Noah positioned himself very nicely for a bottle of something and Jeff Gay absolutely denied that he had brought a bottle of water of which he had drunk half and placed on the communal present table.

The Senator took over the RA job very nicely, called in all the Brits because William and pregnant wife were not attending Balmoral Castle with the family as usual. One of the US military guys with an unusual lot of hair for such a species was called in along with Lobster Man, for wearing back backs which were according to the second RA, Love Canal - supplementary oxygen containers.

However, the piece de resistance was the admission by Virginia Slim that in 1988 he had to everyone’s eternal regret, introduced KC to the Hash. A dark day indeed. And for this, he dropped his pants and valiantly slurped down the yard of ale. It seemed to me that he has done this before for the very same crime. “He seemed like a good guy at the time” was his reasoning!!! Yeah, know we know...

To end here is a real story of Christmas presents and a warning to be careful what you wish for particularly if as I know personally you may be unfortunate enough in your lifetime to be in the public sphere.
Take the Late Sir Michael Cary, K.C.B the British Ambassador in Washington some time ago. About a fortnight before Christmas he was rung up by the local TV Station. “Ambassador” said the caller, “What would you like for Christmas?”
“I shouldn’t dream of accepting anything”
“Seriously, we would like to know and don’t be stuffy. You have after all been very kind to us during the year”.
“Oh well, if you absolutely insist, I would like a small box of crystallised fruits”. He thought no more about it until Christmas Eve when he switched on the TV.

“We have had a little Christmas survey all of our own” said the announcer. “We asked three visiting Ambassadors what they would like for Christmas. “The French Ambassador said: ‘Peace on earth, a great interest in human literature and understanding, and an end to war and strife’.

“Then we asked the German Ambassador and he said: ‘A great upsurge in international trade, ensuring growth and prosperity, particularly in the underdeveloped countries. That is what I wish for Christmas.’

“And then we asked the British Ambassador and he said he would like a small box of crystallised fruits.”
toujour la politesse
Happy Christmas BH3 wherever you are.

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No Good Boyo

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