Run: 1954, 23 November 2020
Location: Baan Pussy Virus
Hare: Pussy Virus

The saying "drowned rat" comes to mind.

There had a heavy downpour in the morning and the weather forecast looked good for the evening run. But black clouds had obviously read the run directions and just shat all over Pussy virus' house. Torrential rain. Just where we were milling about waiting to run. Bloody hell muttered Cod piece, I'm cold. The Harriettes had retreated indoors to enjoy a glass of red wine and looked out through the window at the men cowering under some shelter looking worried and wishing they could join the girls.

Pussy and off-limits prepared to set off as live hares. But what to lay, the rain was so hard. And Pussy would not be able to keep his cigar alight. Bravely they dived out into the deluge, give us 9 minutes. No problem the GM shouted, we will wait for the rain to stop. And it did ease up and out we ran, and then the rain came back harder. We headed for that narrow klong path then turned into the streets.

The paper was the finely shredded variety and would it last? Twists and turns heading south, getting tighter. Then a beer stop. Wow! Within moments 4x2, Penny Lame, Tickler and Peacock caught up. KC stayed out in the rain impatiently pacing up and down clacking his teeth in frustration.

And off again through shophouses and tiny back alleys. Another beer stop by 3 very tall chimneys. Checkless thought they were crematoria for the black plague. History is obviously not his strong suit and the GM put him right. AND the back runners caught up again. What is this? 4x2 was actually running and his walking stick was nowhere to be seen. KC did his crazy pacing again. Pussy looked down at the bunch of hobbits; I think I'll shorten the trail he said. Off again eventually ending up at THAT river wall. It's about 30 cm wide, slippery when wet, the river right alongside, and no handholds. Tickler and KC chose not to go there. From here the route is old railway sidings and commercial waste stuff in big slag heaps

So far the paper had been ok. As live hares they cannot lay too much as we would catch up. The light was going. On along the rail tracks heading back northish. The Frb's caught up to 4x2 and his flock. Now dark. Here was the mess of railway lines. Intense traffic, noise and confusion reigns. Everyone going in different directions. 4x2 shouted for God Google's help and a hand descended from the murky clouds. Place your trust in me and you will be saved. 4x2 gathered his flock around him, joined by Checkless, and led the way back through twisting turning Yen Akard. With the smell of beer in his ample nose 4x2 erupted into an amazing sprint. We will never believe he is crippled again. God Google has saved him. It's a miracle! Was that a chuckle we could hear up in the clouds?

Pussy an excellent host handed out spirits and cigars. The girls did us proud with nibbles. He was even sensitive to our geriatric members putting out a circle of chairs. Gringo our GM called the circle. Hares in the middle, several times! Cod piece as RA pulled 4x2 in to explain himself. It was the brownies I ate earlier he declared. Many cries that he provide brownies as a pre-run booster for future runs. Nibbles gave a cry! Sniff is trying to rape me! Naturally, she was the prick of the week, sharing it with her new boyfriend.

But the host continued to surpass himself. On on on to his local bistro where, surprise, free flow wine. Lovely soup and pasta. What a wonderful evening. Thanks, Pussy virus.

Excellent run beat that next week "Penny Lame"