It’s not good to bag one’s own co-hare so here goes. A couple of months ago when we were trapped in the south of France by our kidnappers, Astro and Cut Loose, I was forced to do a 100 km route march for days and days with three Tasmanians – Colours, Astro and Astro’s mate Al. There’s the Rack, the Thumbscrew, the Catherine Wheel and then there’s being caught in remote French countryside with three Tasmanians yakking endlessly about Launceston.
Astro: So Colours, do you remember Bobby Walsh who you got caught with behind the shelter shed at the East Lonny Primary School in Grade 6?
Colours: No, Astro, that was his brother Raymond.
Astro: So Colours, what were you doing behind the shelter shed?
Colours: Having a smoke.
Astro: That’s not what I heard.
Colours: Al, do you remember old Mrs Henderson who lived on the corner of Mary St in Newstead just down from the milk bar?
Al: Yeah, she was the one who had the operation on her right hip when we were in year eight.
Colours: Sorry Al, but it wasn’t her right hip, it was her left hip.
Al: Are you sure? I guess I never really looked at her hips.
Colours: Definitely – remember how she was the emergency full forward for the South Launceston under 15s and she once scored 10 goals on a Saturday afternoon with that glorious left kick of hers?
Al: That’s true, the South Lonny under 15s were never the same after she had the hip done.
Astro: Actually you’re both wrong. The milk bar wasn’t in Mary St. It was in Arthur St.
Colours: Astro, I think you’ve slightly missed the kernel of the discussion happening here.
Al: Sorry Astro but you’re getting confused with the other milk bar next to the servo up on the hill in Ann St.
Astro: No Al, I’ve never been less confused. The one you’re thinking of was run by the really old bloke who still had ball and chain marks on his ankles.
Colours: What about the hip?
And so it went on and on and bloody on……
Walk Report
Jay Walker – had a lovely walk along the beach and boardwalk, through the tee-tree to the drink stop at the picnic tables next to Kananook creek and then back along the bush track to Frankston, all the while experiencing 15 different types of weather. Great job by Colours with the food and well done to Kokup for delivering the eskies despite the shocking traffic in the car park. Award 200/205
Run Report
Wet Patch – Started with a flippin on-back sending us the wrong way, then only found trail again by following the flippin walkers. We had to run along the flippin beach 3 flippin times looking for flippin pink and blue ribbons. Not happy about flippin beach runs with flippin sand cos running in flippin sand has stuffed my flippin thighs. Then ran along Kananook Creek to flippin to GG’s place in Seaford then back to drink stop with Sangria served from a plastic bucket via a plastic soup ladle. Flippin colonials! Award 203/205, minus 7 for the flippin sand.
Wet Patch’s class mates at the seaside back in Old Blighty. Those sand grains are the size of rocks! Oh, of course! They are rocks!
Returnees
Jay Walker, Blood Sucker, Pippin, LuBangOz, Big Ears, Shoe Shopper and Wet Patch.
Special Runs
NickelBy 606, Blood Sucker 49 even though she looks 48.
Charges
Sergeant – Mother Trucker
- Cheesecake and Colours for being hares.
- Cheesecake for sucking up to GG.
- GG for riding his bike all the way from Seaford.
- Cheesecake for telling everyone parking would cost $12.
- Kokup for getting lost and coming in last.
- Big Ears for misreading the trail. (That might be the same as getting lost).
- Lotsa Fun for not talking in the circle.
- Big Ears because Harpo has been trying to root Pippin.
- 3K9 for being a dog?? Surely not?
- Mother Trucker for running like a girl.
- Kokup for being measly with the down downs.