Venue : Puncak Alam
Hare : Jimmy Leggett
Co-Hare : Magdalena Wszelaki
Scribe : Colin King – according to Nan
What does the polar bear in the Foxes Glacier Mint advert and Colin King have in common – answers on a post card to Colin King
They’re both lovely cuddly beast who like sweats? I don’t know On Sec, what is the answer?
So Colin, your writing are doing the scribe report says Snappy 1. But Terry and Robin were the hares, why aren’t they doing the scribe report? COLIN!!
So what do I remember of the Puncak Alam Patsy’s revenge run. Well I remember taking down the directions in a hurry and that they said new junction after toll. I of course took this literally and ending up taking the first slip road to nowhere where a new housing development was being built. After back-tracking I realised that the run site was where it always was and we headed into a very pleasant looking oil palm area. Noted that Chris Boyd had traded in his twin turbo 20 cam horse power Ferrari for a Hash Cherokee Jeep, far more fitting in my opinion.
The purpose of this run was for Jimmy Legover to train Magdalena in the fine arts of setting a run in which the main bulk of the pack (the pelaton as we Tour de France aficionados refer to it) come in before nightfall. Not withstanding the fact that the hare is a renowned outbacksman, the famous prairie dog James T Legup, the reputation of the co-hare had many of the runners secreting extra bottles of water, torches, powergel and condoms (what else do you do when you are stuck in the jungle all night with Patsy screaming “we’re all going to die!”). This is in addition to the embarrassing number of people now sporting Camelpacks on their backs – Eco Woosies!
It was very hot or so people kept telling me. In trepidation the pack set off into a spongy boggy area in the oil palm where the first check was called. This was broken forward and right and the trail went onto road, past a small holding and then I forget what happened. Oh, hang on, Peter Brooke warned me that a monster hill was coming up ahead, which it did, I think. Overall, the scenery was lovely and then we hit this check at a cross roads. Here the choice was either go ahead about 50 yards and turn left or turn left straight away and head down the road to home. Most people turned left down the road with the result that two packs running in parallel, one on the road and one inside the trees, headed back along a boringly long 2-3 km stretch (unfortunately, this is the bit that really sticks in my mind) which spilt into a decimated landscape and home.
A prior engagement meant that I had to leave before the circle proceedings got underway, but apparently the run was awarded a T shirt, which as much as dearly love the hare, was a load of crap. On down all the way. Thankfully, the useless experiment of asking a load of braying drunks at the On On whether they thought the run was any good or not has been abolished to return to the more objective assessment around the run site of what the run should be awarded. After all, the Hash isn’t the Hash unless you can upset people’s feelings – that part of the fun of it. Give that T shirt back Leggett! You piece of dog s?*$.
Posted by onsec at July 31, 2003 09:46 AM