Run:- 2111, 10 June 2024
Location:- Onnut 37, Gung Pao
Hare:- Codpiece assisted by ACL

Would anybody come? We looked around at the few. There were the hares Codpiece and Cums Last at last; they wandered off for a while to check their live hare bits and pieces Some began to turn up. There was, Checkless, Tim, KC and there was Todd as Hash Cash, and of course our GM Peter Maverick, but it still looked a bit slow. Finally the Hares called us together for the briefing. It is a live hare run. We will be going 5 minutes ahead of you to the first beer stop where we will wait as you all gather together, you will get a beer. And then we'll do the next beer stop. There will be about 5 km with 4 beer stops. At the last stop I want to gather you altogether for the last 200m and we all come in as one group.

We gathered in a little corner. Muttered, this all seems a bit difficult and very unlikely to succeed. Horney Viking stood there aloof aloof and said it'll take 2 and a 1/2 hours. Finally off we go. It was the normal run down through a few streets heading towards that temple and that bridge over that big klong, and there was the first beer stop. It was actually about 600m away from the start just across the bridge. And we all sat down together to have a very, very refreshing beer. We looked back across the bridge and there came Splat, Tickler and Tinker, my goodness, we have some late comers catching us up bringing the total to 13.

Codpiece and Georgia headed off after a bit of a Chat GPT watching us enjoying a beer. They headed off along the klong path to the next stop, which would be about another kilometre away. So we stood around muttering and muttering, Casey saying I wanna go, I wanna go, so eventually we did go with Nigeria leading us away, hand-in-hand with Horney Viking.

It was flour all the way hoping no police would wonder whether it is was something horrible. A little jog along the klong and eventually we tucked into a side street passing through a little temple with lots of people crowding around looking at us and saying hi, who the hell are you, not the first I might add. And then we found the second bear stop, which was on a busy main road, this was a 7/11, that was fine but Casey turned up with another can of beer. Muttering. There's a lot of muttering going on, saying I've carried this can of beer from the last beer stop. I don't wanna carry it any further cause it upsets my rhythm and how my body holds itself together. So he handed the beer can over to Splat who put it down on the seat and said, after considering whether there was any room in her bra, I'm not carrying that.

There was a Chinese gentleman dressed only in his shirt. Waiving a meat cleaver. Now then what are we going to do with this man and a meat cleaver? He seemed to be shouting about asking where we were going and why we were going then holding his meat cleaver behind his back. Was this a threat or what? Well, Bullit, who is fluent in Thai, chose not to say anything but kept running. He felt that if he was to say in fluent Thai, what are you saying, the man would say 'I don't want you to go through here' in which case Bullit would have to stop and go back, and he did not want to do that at all. As Bullitt was running away he was heard to say, in English, there's a meat cleaver tickling my left testicle, and so he ran and he ran and he ran, judging by the shouts from the rest of the pack, quote and unquote, 'castration!'

After that exciting episode it was a nice bit of virgin shiggy around the lake through the long grass, and we all headed off to the next beer stop, which was halfway down a communal residential soi with Hayter Stopcocks breaking into a run.

By this time Horny had disappeared. He got his shirt in a twist. Or his underpants in a twist. I'm not sure which, and decided this wasn't for him. Because as he said at the start it was going to take 2 and a 1/2 hours and he was not up to that having got very tired from last Saturdays run when as a JM, had to organise everything, including some fantastic food.

The beer continued to be nice, cold and pleasant to drink. Not too much, says Bullit. I still have to drive home. Anyhow off we went again after 5 more minutes. This time there were 2 groups, Todd, Nigeria and Casey wobbling the way up the front; and Checkless almost catching the hares up. With a quick shout we could see their little twinkling legs in the distance as they galloped away to the next stop. This next stop was another 7/11 (sounds like a Hua Hin 7/11 Hash!) and again we stood around or sat around and enjoyed a nice cold beer before heading off to the next stop. This, as we were warned, was 200 yds away before the end. This was under a bridge. We had some beer and then we wandered along until we stood in a line at the final little soi. Codpiece lined us up and last in line took a photograph and then said go! which we did Sir and ran back to the beer.

By now there were 15 of us including George of the Jungle who had turned up from somewhere and Tinker was there and Tickler. So we stood around for a while and had the most amazing guacamole from Tim Crash Daily. We asked her about the recipe and she said it was tomatoes, mango, avocado, chilies, onion, salt pepper, Olive oil - bloody nice. We couldn't get enough of it. In fact, we had so much that we didn't have much space left for the on on on afterwards.

Now we come to the circle and Maverick called us into what he thought was a circle. But there we are sitting down and standing up and laying down anyway. Um, normal routine with visitors returners; whoever was there, so we did all that. And then it was tinkers turn to the RA dance, or it wasn't. It was Codpiece to be the first RA and then followed by Tinker.

As an aside, Bullit said, I didn't bring a hat because they don't fit me. It seems the hats given out on the previous Saturday were all of the same size, so both Bullit and KC, who had rather large heads, couldn't wear the hats, to which Tinker said 'Well, its something to do with the womb. You need an adjustable womb so that you can let big or small hats through. But you can have an adjustable hat said Casey who is womb averse, you just cut bits out and stitch different bits in and there you are. The hares of course got lots of down downs followed by all sorts of people and finally we get to prick of the week, a good selection was put up including checkless, Nigeria, Georgia, the jungle George. So we had a selection process. Tinker chose George the Jungle for wearing his T shirt backwards. The On On On was friendly and what a good fun run! Thank you hares.