Venue : Ulu Yam Football Field
Hare : Tan Ay Lih
Co-Hare : David Wilson
Scribe : Colin King
Having weathered abominable traffic around the smart hole at the old air field eventually got to the run site. Think to myself, hope England stuff the bloody Africaans, hope it isn’t a long run or will have trouble getting back in time. Run was bloody long so got off run site late, inexplicably heavy traffic around Cheras (other than usual cheap Charlie road planning that solves nothing) so miss first half of England taking the piss out of South Africa in the rugby.
Oh hang on, wrong weekend!
Arrived in the hired zippy Cambara, a piece of locally designed shit that is unlikely to penetrate car markets worldwide. Can’t wait to see Jeremy Clarkson assess this one. “Given the choice between the Cambara and a donkey, the donkey would win any time!” However, a the rain had caused a little bit of mud at the entrance to the estate, a number of A+ whimps had parked their cars outside for fear of getting stuck in a little squidgy stuff. A small chug up the slope and even the Cambara made it without any fuss whatsoever.
Reasonably crowd of people had gathered for the run, though many had absconded to the Pan Asia meeting, including the GM. Given the choice of Ulu Yam and Bukit Kiara, I knew where I would rather be. Run was set off by On Sec Huge into the surrounding oil palm. What I remember of the run was going up a stream and hearing someone call on on to left. With the paper continuing up stream this seemed rather strange so plodded on. Eventually, a check was reached by a wooden bridge. Whoever had arrived before us and had been heard calling further back along the trail had been thoughtful enough not to join the paper so that we could have 20 minutes of fun finding it again. Once this was called on, life was made a little bit more interesting when my lad jumped on the bridge at which point it collapsed into the water. You see, that’s the trouble with Malaysia, no maintenance!
The remainder of the trail was the usual meandering around the very pleasant oil palm terraces and back to the run site. The run was a bit shorter than most runs, FROP’s coming in around the 1 hour mark. Checks were not that stressful and easily broken but nevertheless, the run was enjoyable all the same.
Patrick Russell called the circle to order where amongst other misdemeanours Terry Gardener lookalike, John Duncan, was on downed for supporting Newcastle United, a football team comprising rapists or willing group sexual athletes, depending on your point of view. Meanwhile, Huge had been donning his Red Dress outfit for the following week. The idea was that the outfit should make you look somewhat trans-sexual, though in Huge’s case, for some reason, it almost looked like the sort of thing he wore to work every day.
Believe the run was awarded an On Down though I could not make it to Restoran Usual as my son was badgering me for McDonalds.