Circle Report #1887
26th August 2009The Thigh Buster Run
Telok Blangah
Give Way and Not Good Enough
The Run
A scenic loop around the park and down we went. And of course, what goes down must go back up, which was a worrying thought. Basically the run went down, up, down, up, along, down, up, along again, down and finished with a gut wrenching stair climb back up into the park. Front runners were back in an hour 10, while others who chose to take their time and admire the pleasant scenery along the way were back in 90 mins. Along the way we took in some lovely parks, the board walk, the inevitable T check across the Henderson Rd Wave Bridge, Whore Park, Kent Ridge and it’s board walk, black and whites, a couple having their wedding photos taken, more board walk, some massive intervals between checks, and of course the 398 stairs at the end. This was a runner’s run, which is probably why Sneaky Comer and I decided to by pass the Kent Ridge section. Instead, we found a comfortable bit of grass to sit on up on the hill at the black and whites that had a perfect view of Kent Ridge in the distance where we could see the pack stretched out along the board walk. Eventually Hooray joined us and after 10 minutes discussing the price of fish we decided it was time to head back for a beer. Tiger Lily raced in first with some seaman on her bum with Shaggy Dick looking very shagged a bit further back. As well as all the hills, someone mentioned 9.5 kms was traversed.
With the sun shining out of Fat Crashing Bastard’s arse to provide lighting, a rather boisterous Circle full of Aussie seamen got underway.
The Circle
What did we think of the
run? Too short, too flat, not enough running were all mentioned. No
doubt this was a good run. Well done and thanks Hares.
Tell us about your On On. At the mention of ‘On on,’ one
of the sailors automatically called ‘on on.’ Ok, the run is over, no need to
call any more. Indian food was the on the menu darl, plenty of it, all for
$12.
Next week’s Hares. Wet Pet, Wet Brazillian, Not Tonight at
Blackmore Drive.
Virgins: Yep, there were. Even some virgin seamen.
Visitors and returnees: Fat Crashing Bastard, Wet Patch,
Maggot, Bruno, a ship load of sailors and a few others.
The Tits: Boo calls in yours truly for sending a group of
sailors one way and then taking himself the opposite way on a short cut.
Bagless 2 then comes in to take the blame for releasing a terrorist bomber.
Wet Brazilian represents the Yanks who are not happy with the release, but
Boo tells her it is not the Scots they should be angry with as it seems it
was a decision from London that approved the release in return for oil and
gas deals. So it was Stiffy in trying to keep a stiff upper lip that gets
the Tits.
Lipstick: Goody Bag places her lips on a heap of seamen and
it seems the pleasure is both ways.
Awards: none
The Dick: Hooray becomes a target for a mob lynching by
inviting in Kan Not Can. However, he quickly makes amends by also asking in
Goody Bag and the hanging noose is put aside. Apparently these 2 stood
looking at each other in the eyes, glazed eyes that were just after the same
thing. Yes, they were way out the backside of Kent Ridge on their own and
wondering which way was home. It developed into a matter of the follower and
the followee, no idea who was who but no doubt there would have been no
shortage of conversation.
AOB
- Bullocks’ is the call from Not Good Enough. And bullocks to you too mate. But wait, this is a bullocks charge on Boo, so go right ahead. But wait, he gets in an Aussie sailor for losing the cricket Ashes series against the Poms. What Boo has got to do with all this I have no f***ing idea, but bullocks to Not Good Enough. It’s just not cricket mate!
- Hand Bag tells us he has been away for a few months, of course this brings up a resounding cheer. (not from the scribe however, of course!) But he calls me in and I wish I had have joined the cheering. It just not pay to be nice lah. Hand Bag tells us he is an avid reader of the Harriet’s newsletter, ( That makes 3) and o0n his first week away was tantalized by the run report that ended ‘Handbag, we watched ……’ and it was incomplete. So what did we watch Handbag do on the run before he went away? F***cked if I know, Sack the scribe!!!
- Lack of standards lah! The Aussie seamen have no shirts on in the Circle. Did Kamala say ‘Off off?’ No, they are uncouth Aussies. Disgraceful. Your scribe, who just happens to be Aussie, comes to the defence of the shirtless Aussies. ‘Why don’t you have a shirt on?’ ‘ We were told we could buy a shirt at the run,’ is the reply. So where is haberdash? Asks the scribe. Bring in a committee member to take responsibility. The GM quickly passes the buck to the Haberdash, who just happens to be in attendance for the first time in 2 ½ months time. Singaporn comes in to accept responsibility, giving the scribe a sharp elbow to the right ear. Thank heavens I was seated with my legs crossed. Luckily I had my wits about me and covered up my notes from the inevitable beer that was dumped on my head as Haberdash exited the Circle. Sorry Singaporn,, didn’t mean to dob you in!
- One of the sailors is in and has a go at their driver. Apparently he told them there would be beers on the way to the run and there wasn’t. Give the wowser a note.
Dog Meat may be the victim of piracy on the high seas as we have not heard from him for a while. As he is due to set a run on Sept. 9 we may need a stand by Hare.
On that note, it’s On On On
Scribed by Cock Radio