Run 2036, 2 January 2023
Location: Chatuchak, Suan Rot Fai, Thitaree
Hare: Slippery When Wet

The scene was the car park for the Thitaree Restaurant, Chatuchak Rot Fai Park where a sizable pack of Hounds assembled. The Hare, Slippery When Wet, had dutifully marked the route from Central BTS station to the start point so as not to loose any runners. That said, run announcements were given, with no explanation as to the twin circles with an X in the middle, was it Boadicea’s Bra; an adaptation of CND Peace sign; Extinction Rebellion or even LGBTQ+ ???, no one knew or cared, so GM called ‘On On’.

Immediately surrounded by droves of cyclists on their rented bikes, the pack gingerly made its way around the park and exited via a steel gate leading into the park’s maintenance yard. Trail soon led out of the yard and onto the frontage road under the expressway and shortly led under the concrete foundation of the park perimeter fence. Few declined to slither on their bellies under this obstruction,

Checkless fearlessly proceeded to climb a two-meter tall steel fence with large gold colored spikes on the top. Bets were made as to which spike would impale Checklesses rectum! Checkless, in a final disparate move threw himself into the lake. No one followed but chose to continue running along the road adjacent to the fence.

Eventually, after several ‘hairy’ crossings of roads, slip-roads, expressway entrances and exits, flyovers, dual carriageways, traffic light junctions and bicycle lanes the trail petered out in front of Morchit Bus Station. Cutting right, under the expressway, past serried ranks of ‘inspectors’, tessakit police and ambulances, the trail was found at the bottom of a pedestrian bridge: there were arrows to the left; arrows to the right and all points of the compass; u-turns back, u-turns around the other side of the bridge staircase… it was a real buggers muddle with no indication as to where the front runners had gone…

Despondently, the scribe and associates forlornly made their way back to Chatuchak Rot Fai Park to the piss track, where they found themselves first home beating Master Sergeant KC et al. Some considerable time later, Master Sergeant KC limped in followed a few minutes later by the real front runners. Social drinking commenced with much discussion as to where the trail went and who, if any, ran the entire trail.

GM made an issue of trying to organize her ‘class’ into the semblance of a circle and eventually summoned the Hare, Slippery When Wet. GM proceded slowly, and laboriously, to go to each and every hound to ask their impression of the run; the best comment was that ‘with all the traffic and so many concrete roads it was likened to "an Engineers Wet Dream"’

Visitors; there were a few but regrettably the scribe only remembers ‘Dances with Sheep’, the GM of Kyoto, Japan Hash, (this was a name the NGB would have fully appreciated, being from the Welsh Hills). Returners were Bullet, Ambrose, Father Joseph, Jumpstart, Deep Shag and Hags. POTW was hotly contested by Codpiece, with his fluorescent underwear, Dances with Sheep and a nameless young lady who was busy with her Executive MBA; the winner was of course the visiting Kyoto GM who regaled in wearing the gigantic prick and wanted to take it back to Japan to ‘tame’ his Harriette’s!

On On On to the nearby Thitaree Restaurant. For all the Old Farts, remember, you are so old that 8 p.m. is the new midnight – so go home and behave!!