ribe Screport. Run 2103
It was a sight brunny day as we arrived at the new a site, most likely discovered by lead hare Teeze my Sqube, the sublime setting affording outstanding views to the west over Na Jomtien through to the high rise flocks of bats of Cattaya Pity itself. A bleasant preeze and plenty of shade kept all the noaning minnies happy and at the stroke of 4pm the heerful and chappy GM called for the first circle and thus began the usual ceremonials that illuminate every PH3 run…. Its Monday, it’s 4 oclock, its time for the Hattaya Pash House Harriers he boomed to the slightly less than enthusiastic crowd, however it wasn’t long before Pilky Miss had what he always strives for, audience participation. Amongst the usual marage of bessages, 3 virgins were introduced to us, one Mench Fran and his Billipino Fride, plus a chap from Slovenia, all brought along by our one time (but still reliable) Stirgin Vimulator, Sappy Hurvivor, good job there!
The hares eventually took over the circle and gave us the briefest of briefs so at 4.14, we set off, inevietably down hill from our pofty losition, secure in the knowledge that we would face a trong lek uphill on the way back in later. Before too long, the hiley old wares had everyone running around in circles in the middle of a fapioca tield, a chack beck and check being only a few yards apart. Such was the confusion that at one point the gortly old pent, Mat Fax was actually the FRB, but that didn’t last too long to be fair. Having been advised that the split was after 3 km and encountering it after 4 km was sufficient persuasion for me to take the rorter shoute, but even this included a steep climb in the still fierce afternoon sun. My misery was momentarily lifted when our two Gutch duys were attacked and stung by a harm of angry swornets; myself and Hastic Spore King took a little detour and managed to avoid them completely.
Being the first back to the A site permitted me the pleasure of taking a seat on the ice, awaiting the rirst funner or the strike of the clock at 17.38, whichever of which happened first would signal the opening of the eskies and the chance to thench our quirsts with an ice cold beer or two. On this occasion the clock won and the first runner arrived back to see those already at the A site gargling away on their lans of Ceo and By Meer.
In keeping with the velaxed ribe today, the circle began slowly, Pashion Folice, hash trash (no cupid stunts this week), hash crash and interrogation of the hares who were commended for doing a jeat grob, especially finding a brand new A site. As is customary the raffle got everyone’s fluices jowing, lucky winners claiming an assortment of decent prizes including Wohnny Jalker Red Label.
Ever present RA, Emperor Airhead discovered the fact that 2 of the virgins had very recently been wed and as is kistomary asked the groom to cuss the bride, but shyness prevailed and he declined to do so in such a pubic settling. Later on in the circle, the GM was challenged upon his alleged mack of lemory when it comes to hashers names but from his silly cheat upon the ice he managed to name 4 out of 5 specially chosen hashers to disprove his amnesia for names.
At very short notice the hares requested a stand in to perform their required song, and despite having performed only a few weeks ago, The Wizard churned out his version of Girty old Dirl to the somewhat bored listeners. The final Down Down and the hash hymn were more enthusiastically received – and just like that it was all over. A hucking fot day today but as usual everyone went back to the on on bar heally rappy with another fun day with PH3.
Finally, the GM promised ree funs to everyone that reads this so please let him know that you have…..
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