Venue: Kundang Lake
Hare: Screw Ewe
Scribe - John Robertson
Once again we gathered at Kundang Lake in anticipation of the uncertainty surrounding any run set in this area. We can well remember the previous time ‘The Usual Suspects’ ventured into this area and the Committee resignations that followed a less than favourable run-grading. Would the Hare be able to overcome the shortfalls of hubby’s previous efforts, or did Mother Sheep have a cunning plan for Screw Ewe to implement? We soon found out.
In the absence of the GM, and after a pre-amble speech warning of the spirits that call the area surrounding Kundang Lake home, JM Jimmy sent the pack off. After a short run down the road we entered oil palm. Having once disregarded the existence of the local spirits in this area and subsequently spent four days in hospital without the use of my legs, I decided it might be prudent to stop and say a small prayer to protect me for the next couple of hours. I am still in one piece so it must have worked!
The common compliant about the area is that people are so familiar that they will disregard paper and wander off doing their own thing. On this occasion there seemed to be some consistency of the pack to stay on paper, despite the efforts of the Hare to include a few small loops which effectively helped keep the front-runners restrained. Notwithstanding, the open terraces of the terrain offered good opportunities for short-cutters of all abilities and I admit that I took advantage on occasions to minimize the length of my run.
Early checks were broken, and in the absence of Charles Lee, Choo Nai Kwong in the main took on responsibility for closing checks. I always assumed that this was the responsibility of the Comic, but thanks to Choo for his concern in ensuring the back-markers were kept safely on paper.
At the midpoint of the run the pack came across Mother Sheep standing sheepishly by the trail taking photographs supposedly to support an article of the upcoming Hash Challenge. This was no doubt part of the cunning plan to make the run less predictable because no doubt after the last runner had passed the he quickly reconfigured the trail to be a ‘figure eight’. Shortly thereafter , Choo Nai Kwong was seen running around like a chook without its head claiming he had lost all sense of direction.
The latter parts of the run offered some ups and downs which assisted in bringing the pack together. The last check saw the front runners trundle off in one direction whilst slow pokes and back markers like myself were saved by Dan and Bog Brush emerging on the trail doing the run in reverse. Of course we headed for where our latecomers had come from, breaking the check and heading for home. The run on in was generally flat and provided an opportunity for the more dedicated (and fitter) to have a gallop. We emerged from palm oil into the dust of a construction site and a gaggle of workers that had assembled to ogle the ladies (and who knows maybe even some ‘chaps’) as they passed.
The Hare, being a very generous person, treated arrivals at the beer wagon with curry puffs or some other cake joeys (Note: Australianism used when one has no idea what the actual name of an object is) with sticky centres (very nice).
The circle was called to order by the JM and we were subsequently entertained by the King of the Bomohs (aka Colin King) who used the opportunity to vent retribution on unsuspecting Chinamen as a result of the heckling he had received the previous Sunday during the On-On Malaysia festivies at Awana, Genting.
Standing in as the Comic (butler) for proceedings, Fierce Gay Boy Mike gave us an exemplary display of “uncoordination” by spilling a tray of beer. Given that Mike is the co-proprietor of a bar, I believe that his partner would have concerns as to Mike’s fragrant disregard for the amber fluid and his latent penchant for spilling it.
Noting that the crowd at the runsite was slightly smaller than usual, the On-On was well patronized with five very full tables each adorned with a bottle of ‘ladies wine’. This was interpreted an gender non-specific by several male hashers who helped themselves to ample proportions.
The run was judged as a T-shirt and without hesitation Win Chew donned her well earned T-shirt. Her dress, discarded in the frenzy to get her new shirt on, was then donned by Jimmy (much to the amusement of the locals). The only comments I offer to this is that Patsy needs to get Jimmy some new underwear and surely having to look at a far from youthful Jimmy Leggett in a short skirt and Y-fronts is strong grounds for trauma counseling.
Well done to the Hare(s) for a good run and a fun time!
On-On
Posted by onsec at May 10, 2006 10:08 AM