(Courtesy of Belly Dancer)
[Ed – For those of you who remember Hitch Hikers Guide to the Galaxy, read this as though ‘Marvin’ – the robot with a brain the size of a planet – aka BMY – was writing]
I headed out of the office, tired, uninspired yet again to infernal Ob Khan Road on the outer rim of my hashing territory – yet another run set by those Canal Road lazy …..
Already wishing I’d headed home with 3 cases of Leo – I arrived at a decrepit moo baan instantly familiar where the rest of the motley male hashers arriving in somber mood – except Chuck Wao who was like a little girl excitedly looking forward to escaping to Cambodia the following day.
Returners Missing Link and Musk Rat swelled the ranks to 13 – hummm – lucky?
The rains were already tumbling as TMB – erm Alice gave his Hare Brief – only a teacher would dip his strips in blue ink!
On out and Belly made it the paper first – only to give up at an (unmarked) electric fence – Kwazi and Turkish spooked a barn load of cattle into a stampede – while everyone was getting their balls zapped on the electric fence!
The checks were nearly impossible to see (washed out) and ABB (RA) inclined the rain Gods to send even heavier rain. Of course for me every trail here is etched into my cranium and checks – if set suitably so I can out guess the hare and remain 1st are desirable, so a foul day like his – not wholly necessary.
It rained the entire run – so no need to bore you any further – Chuck Wao managed to keep 3 paces ahead of Sheepshagger (Wings) to win. Frozen led the Turk, Missing Link and Belly for some lum yai harvesting and GM Does Nothing led a good circle.
Why did I bother?
“Why should I want to make anything up? Life’s bad enough as it is without wanting to invent any more of it.” –Marvin