The Boxer Birthday Bash Run.
Track 24 Lentor Ave
Hares: Forced Entry, Penile Extension, The Boxer (& the local constabulary).
On On: The Boxer on site.
Knobby Boy Scout
Knobby has put out a lovely coffee table book titled ‘Parting Glances.’ It is about the disappearing state of 6 areas in Singapore. Fabulous photos that will give great memories if you have been in Singapore for a while. I purchased my copy already. Knobby should be at this week’s run with copies that he will autograph for you. $45. (How many of us know Knobby’s real name and what he does??)
The Run:
Two Hares turn up from different directions and the resulting discussion behind the beer wagon indicates that the trail may not have been set according to plan. Nothing like a cock up before we even start.
The ill advised ventured off into some jungle while those in the know took the overhead bridge and crossed Lentor Ave. The plain stupid dodged traffic on a 6 lane main road. Almost road kill Kobra.
Down into a stream soon had runners weighted down with sand in shoes syndrome. Stiff and I introduced a new potential Olympic sport – synchronized stream jumping. Take off and mid air looked good. The landing was in unison too- but we ended up flat on our faces. Will work on our dismount.
Time to hit the tracks at the back of Tagore. At a Check, I gave Wee Willy lots of encouragement to search further into the tunnel under the SLE, despite the fact that I could see Knobby Boy Scout in the distance at the top of the hill calling for a woman. One must keep amused on the Hash.
Upper Thompson Rd and across into the Springleaf Estate. The faithful did a jungle stretch before emerging at the drink stop. I managed to sniff the drink stop out and found a shorter route which enabled me to be onto my 2nd serve of vodka cranberry before the Pack arrived. Wee Willy, having been delayed by his tunnel deviation, also gave me a serve when he arrived.
Well, there was only one way home from here. Down the canal to Lentor and along the MRT. Wait, the faithful found the long split and did an excursion on the other side of the canal as well. Two ways home. Good stuff. A very friendly train driver gave us a hoot as he went by.
The Circle: Wet Brazilian is hampered in her efforts to get us to form a Circle due to the presence of 2 police officers who were obviously lacking in real criminal work to solve. First the cars in front of SingTel were asked to move. Then the cars along the grass way next to the MRT fence were asked to move. Then The Boxer was asked to mover her kitchen. And finally Croc Hunter was asked to move the beer Wagon. So where were we told to move to? The other side of the road away from the MRT. Yep, 12 meters. Singapore at it’s best.
But we all obliged with a smile, chipped in and helped Croc & The Boxer relocate and thanked the two officers on doing a fine job in keeping the streets of Singapore safe. I mean, who would let their daughter out at night knowing that there are cars parked on the MRT side of Track 24?
Well managed Gypsy and Zipp. And thanks everyone for cooperating with a smile. And seriously, the police do a good job. (Can’t let the truth get in the way of a good story).
Crikey, so what did we think of that for a run? Not enough police, too sandy, too short, too long. But as the GM said last week, no matter what sort of a run it was, it was still a good run.
Tell us about your On On: The Boxer, roast beef, roast turkey, roast salad & roast pavlova (The Kiwis can’t even take credit for that one).
Next week’s run: Give Way is in to give details but she must have been riding a pony – she is a little hoarse. Boo amplifies for her but very few can understand him. He’s a lawyer (almost a good one) Penile Extension takes over but he is worse. No one can understand him. International Business Park, Jurong. Nowhere near Telok Blangah.
Lipstick: Knobby Boy Scout, the lad from Freo (Fremantle for non Aussies) EMP, and a visitor. I went straight in with hands up – a slight error of judgment in the first 50 metres.
Guests: Golden Shower, Park Whore Bitch, Trevor, Totally Unacceptable, Vicki, Mata Hari, Wimbo, King Lear, Steamer, Stiff and Knobby Boy Scout.
In and Out is in as a Returnee.
Virgins: rather scarce these days.
New Member: Nope.
Tits: Stiffy offers a choice of crossing a rather significant arterial road with 6 lanes, such as Lentor Ave.
- Use the pedestrian lights.
- Use the overhead pedestrian bridge.
- Risk life and limb by ignoring the first 2 options and dodge and weave traffic over 6 lanes.
Kan The Kobra was almost truly Kanned.
Dick: Dragon Breath is still having plumbing problems and is a bit dry.
Banana Protector: I thought this was with Stiffy, but my notes say Stiffener. Well, it’s all in the family. The Stiff person in question, who I now reckon was Stiffener, was stuck at traffic lights on the way to the Run and noticed the car next to them stopped with it’s boot open, hood open, hazard lights on, reflector hazard triangle out. Looked like a serious problem for the poor occupants. Wait on, that’s Zipp and Gypsy. Oh, run out of petrol huh. Ok, we won’t tell.
Awards –nope.
Announcements: 40th Anniversary of Harriets, Oct 26th
Cheval Restaurant, Turf City.
$99 – 7 course meal, free flow and entertainment.
AOB:
- Not Good Enough is in good form, according to himself, and charges Boo for translating. We couldn’t understand a bloody thing he said.
- Not Good Enough continues, this time on the Hares. The police arrived and negotiated with Zipp and Gypsy. All good Then Posh Duck negotiated, resulting in a loss of hard fought ground as we had to move to the other side of the road. And all the time we had an almost good Singapore Lawyer negotiator in Boo, who preferred to sit watch proceedings from the comfort of his chair sipping on a beer. Just as well really, we could have been all locked up thanks to Boo if he got involved.
- The Boxer comes in with latex gloves on. Immediately Stiff bends over hoping for a free prostrate examination. She holds up some smelly running shoes, socks and male boxers. Park Whore Bitch is asked if they were his. Unsure. But Penile Extension recognizes the shoes as being his. Cancel the plural. Make that singular shoe. He then rants on about where the other one is. Bloody shoeless Poms.
- A birthday present in a cardboard box is then given to The Boxer. It is bigger than her. Could be a nice pair of salt and pepper shakers.
On that note, On On to the On On.
Scribed by Cock Radio.
A Fairy Tale with a Happy Ending.
Once upon a time, there was a bloke who asked a sheila to marry him. She said no.
And so he lived happily ever after with his mates, drinking beer, playing golf, fishing, betting on the horses, farting in bed, leaving his dirty clothes on the floor, taking an annual holiday to Pattaya, leaving the toilet seat up, subscribing to all the sports channels and going to the footy on a Saturday arvo. The End.