Scribe Report for Christmas Run 2005
Run # 1502
Hare: Robin Cox
Date Christmas Eve 2005
Location: Kundang Lake
Scribe: Weathercock (Nick Morss to Singaporeans who don't use Hash names!)
It's been a busy couple of months since I was due to write up this report. I have enjoyed the fame of having my name displayed on the PH3 web-site as a recalcitrant scribe. - They say any publicity is better than no publicity....just think if Hitler hadn't killed millions of Jews no one would ever have
heard of him!
So, on to the run- the eagerly anticipated Christmas run followed by a party at Dave Kamikaze's palace.
Due to lepaking at the Wall a little too long the previous night due to good music and company....and a drinking problem, meant that Saturday started a little slowly. I arrived at the site with full entourage, wife, kids, virgin and near virgin, quite a while after the pack had departed. Mary elected to stay behind and look after the kids and virgin whilst I persuaded the near virgin to come into the woods.
Now rumour and popular opinion had been strongly circulating that this was to be a short....or even extremely short run, so that we could get on with the serious business of partying afterwards. So upon meeting the quiet American (Jimmy) who was returning by the out trail, and assuming he was a hare,
we asked about the run, as you do, “Ah, it's about 12km” said Leggett, (OK, sounds like the normal bullshit), “You'd best go straight down here parallel to the highway, the trail goes under the highway, but if you carry on straight you'll run into the trail when it comes back this side.” This sounded like a good tip, so my accomplice and I set off at a gentle trot, convinced that we were cutting 2km off a 5km run. Finally we were rewarded for following Jimmy's good advice and went passed an Indian temple, or school, a tappers kampong and then found the trail.
Ahead we saw shy Ronnie, who had previously found fame dancing naked on a stage in front of 400 people protecting his modesty with only a balloon, and his beautiful girlfriend from Thailand who looked completely shagged out. We slowed down to keep them company and learned that the quiet American had spoken the truth, they were the last on paper, and it had indeed been a very long run.
Afore mentioned lady from Thailand was completely exhausted and looked like she could go no further......until suddenly a thunderstorm started, with the first crash of thunder she bolted like a horse and we had trouble keeping up with her, amazing what fear can do! We arrived back at the beer truck, the circle was from memory not memorable as it was decided better to get out of the rain and party on at Dave's place.
The party was excellent, the food was superb, the best Christmas dinner I've had for a longtime. Thanks Kamikaze for opening your mansion up to us, and hope the refurb afterwards didn't take too long. Oh and **** says she's sorry about the mattress stains!
On-On
Weathercock