Occasion: Anzac Day Run 2007
Hare: The Anzacs
Scribe - Ugly Mike
And so it was that we gathered in the once green fields of Bukit Cahaya to see if the Kiwis and Aussies could put on a more extravagant event than those fine English gents had done the week before in the jungles of Ulu Yam.
In this annual battle of wits and wills, the crowd was full of gossip as to what would be on offer. Would Graham lead a mid run streak to scare the ladies and pre-empt the full moon? Would Gail lead a chorus of antipodean beauties in a rendition of Kylie classics? Would Mike Clarke actually turn up to run for once?
The verdict? Crap run, same shirts, excellent food, magnificent (free) beer and a good time had by all.
So what about the run? In a word "Chaos". Somehow at the first check, half the pack found the home trail about 5km too early and being the bunch of lazy bastards that they are, promptly headed back home. Meanwhile down in the valley, Dave Wilson, a red faced Jimmy Leggitt and I decided that we would make sure the hare's efforts were not entirely wasted and ran around like headless chickens for an hour trying to follow the missed loop. Dear reader, I promise it would have been a nice run had we all found paper.... Having said that, I think most of the pack quite enjoyed having a short run. Lazy bastards. On returning the pack was treated to the same shirt as last year (Oh Ok - a similar shirt to last year) and discussed the merits or otherwise of setting a run in plantation.
So having started the popularity battle poorly, our friends from South of the equator had some catching up to do. This they did in fine style.
First up was the serious matter of honoring those who laid their lives down for others. The circle respectfully remained quiet as we were treated to the ode, the last post and the national anthems of Australia and New Zealand .
Next up there were charges - many of them, the only one I remember being for some people wearing the wrong colours. A few hairy Antipodeans were then seen sporting dresses - or Pinafores as they are also know. This signaled that the food was on the way.
Then an announcement of Dinner came - A gourmet selection of prime meat from Fogles (A fine establishment in Damansara - doing great all day long breakfasts and apparently expanding fast to also sell Deli meats in the Village Grocer and other fine establishments - Advert over) a snip at RM 10. The Sausages were very fine indeed and the steak was magnificent - but the best news of the night was still to come - Free beer all night long. Why do I always get to drive when there is unlimited free beer???? After eating as much as we could stuff into our hungry faces and much drinking had also been partaken, those not driving dribbled home, meanwhile MC Les Suppository smashed in Kamikaze's car window in a rage that he has since denied.
Some of us then went on to the Backyard which really has gone down hill. Note to all - go to Bojangles - it's more amusing.....
So there you have it. The Southerners managed to drag the Phoenix from the flames and have a fantastic night for one and all. As expected there was no Fierce Gay Boy to be seen. Apparently he was being Gay and Fierce with a lady in Vietnam .
On On.
Posted by onsec at April 28, 2007 02:42 PM