Circle Report #1900
18th November 2009The Committee, in particular Tiger Lily and Legoless
The 1900th Run Run
Tanjong Beach Sentosa
The Run
Certainly no chance of a Sentosa sunset tonight, it had been raining most of the day and the sky was black and bleak. But would this dampen everyone’s spirits? Of course not. Across the sand towards Sentosa Cove, which some wise old souls such as Virginia Slim knew to be a dead end. Kamala also had the same thoughts, and it was she that found trail going through the bush and up the hill to emerge onto one of the lushest nicest fields ever encountered on a Hash. Wait a minute, that’s no field, we are on the 18th fairway of the golf course and there’s a rather puzzled grounds man watching a steady stream of runners emerging from the Out of Bounds rough. Fore! Tiger Lily, the Hare, led us along the edge of the fairway, and was hotly pursued by Malfunktion who somehow had got up the front. I kid you not! Would we be stopping for drinks at the Golf Club House? No, ‘on on’ was the call.
The trail wound it’s way across almost the full length of Sentosa, intercepted by numerous checks and tricks. Luckily one of the Hares was always on hand, and some of the more astute runners such as Wet Patch believe they have a way of determining which way the trail goes by observing Tiger Lily’s mannerisms at a check. I never realized this as I am always too busy observing Tiger Lily’s bum.
Eventually we arrived at Imbiah lookout under the Merlion. Trail went up and up the escalators to arrive at the summit. Unfortunately I missed the trail here and ended up taking the steps all the way up. But I was all the better for it. I guess. A puzzling little detour took us onto a roped off section off trail that distinctly said ‘No entry, keep out.’ Luckily Forced Entry was with us and in we went. Well, this was a great little section that took us across a sleeping dragon, causing Wet Brazilian to emit orgasmic squeals of delight. Dragon Breath was also in her element here. Some more nice trail running led us to the long / short split. The Beast, who stands at 4foot 10 inches and was surrounded by some 6-foot plus men, took the sign literally and immediately headed off on the short run. Now usually at such a point, the long run continues onwards and the short heads for home. Taking the short run, runners found themselves continuing further away from home, parallel almost with the long trail.
Finally it was onto the beach for some leg busting sand running back to home for both the long and the short. Home in about an hour 5 for frb’s.
The Circle
Crikey, What did we think of that for a run? well, we had to get a look a like Hare for Tiger Lily who had done a runner and disappeared. The Beast was chosen, and her and Legoless faced the verdict. Despite the calls of ‘too much sun’ and ‘too many golf balls’ we all agreed that this was the best 1900th run the Harriet’s have ever had. Well done all, and great T-shirt too thanks.
Tell us about your on on mate. Mr. Ho mate, lamb, creamy potato, lasagna, salad and fruit. You little ripper!
Well what about next week? No one seems to know or care too much about next week. Finally Hooray hobbles in for Kannot Can who is still on the way back from Saigon. Mmm, that seems a long way to go to do a recce? Anyway, the run will be in the Balmoral Road area. Is that in Singapore or Saigon? Bring your passport just in case and check the email for further details, flight times, accommodation etc etc.
Virgins, visitors, returnees and other misfits: F*ck a Wallaby, Clit, sorry, Crit, Forced Entry, Nice Bagless, Fawlty Towers (the flight from Saigon must have arrived) Malfunktion, (rumour is he is now a member, but my computer has him permanently as a guest.) Dragon Breath (thanks for the sponsorship – did we get her guest fees???), Stiff, Teeny Weeny, Dripping Bush, Trash and probably a few others. Special mention to our 2 returnees, Pubic Zipp (hasn’t she put on a lot of weight!!!) and Herr Zipp (whose weight we won’t mention, nor the word ‘Pies’. Oh, and how can we forget the lovely French virgin (‘That’s a rarity’ suggests FCB).
New Member – none.
Lippy – none.
The Dick – The Dick has a Red Knob tonight. Fat Crashing Bastard has obviously been doing something to the Dick to make it so red. 3 culprits are brought in. The Beast, Goody Bag, Cock Radio. Apparently the 2 girls saw the new look Dick and thought it was a Tit. Now this basic lack of anatomical understanding could get these 2 innocent gals into a lot of trouble. Cock Radio came in for something, maybe lack of memory because I can’t remember why. Despite moving himself away from the end of the line, which always gets the loudest roar from the Circle, Cock Radio wins the Dick hands down. This is possibly the first time in the Harriet’s history that a person standing in the middle of the line up has got the loudest roar. I am honoured. I think.
The Tits – Hooray hobbles back into the Circle for the 2nd time in one night, perhaps some sort of record? He is wearing the Tit’s very high, prompting Shoe Shopper to comment that hers use to sit up that high too. Anyway, he calls in Loose Change, but decides hers are too big already and she doesn’t need any more baggage. So out she goes empty handed, so to speak. Dragon Breath was dragged in next. Most runners go straight to the water and 100+ when they finish the run. Quite a healthy option. However, Dragon Breath is not one for following recommended guidelines – she bypassed the water and 100+ and went straight for a beer and a fag. That is style with a capital S. Jack Off was next in for catching up to Goody Bags. By this stage, the combination of antibiotics, cough syrup, panadol, salt air and possibly alcohol was starting to play havoc on the scribe. The charge was to do with catching up. I am not sure if this had something to do with Jack Off catching up to Goody Bags on the Run, or Jack Off trying to catch up to Goody Bags in breast size. Not quite sure who got the Tits, maybe Jack Off if she was trying to keep abreast of Goody Bags.
The GM thanks 2 of our sponsors for the T Shirt, Dragon Breath (TAC) and Boo (BMC). As they stood in the Circle, The GM pointed out that the 1900th Run Shirt was very good, we are all proud to wear and so are our sponsors. But hold the horses, only one of the sponsors is wearing the shirt. ‘ Here’s too Boo, he’s a b*stard thru and thru….’
Awards - none.
AOB?
· Boo has a complaint. Apparently he was upset by non-stop talking from Darling 1 and Darling 2. Wet and Ready and Jen, the yack yack yackers.
· The GM notices that Jen is rather dressed up and fashion conscious, so she is officially named ‘Posh Nash’
· Legoless calls in Kamala and Malfunktion. When Kamala found paper after the first T check, she stood there and called ‘I need a man.’ And she got Mal.
· At this stage, the GM literally whipped Stiffy and FCB for chatting.
· Stiffy then dobs in FCB who was telling him a story about how he was fantasizing about Goody Bag and her pink knickers.
· Handbag claims we had twins on the run who were hard to tell apart – Dripping Bush and Forced Entry. Apparently even Maggot was confused when behind them both and resorted to fondling both arses to see which one was his wife. However, this then led to Virginia Slim fondling Maggots arse. I am not sure how to get to the bottom of this charge.
· FCB claims that Virginia Slim fondled his arse too. ‘And mine too,’ came a call from the Circle. Then ‘mine too,’ ‘and mine,’ ‘mine too’ Slim was then asked who had the best arse. Don’t encourage him!
· The GM gives Twin Towers a 30th Birthday greeting.
· Herr Zipp overheard 2 gals complaining that the rain was ruining their hairstyles. In you come Wet and Ready and Pubic Zipp.
· Stiffy has seen a Hash names connection and calls in Herr Zipp, Pubic Zipp, The Velcro Twins and Suzee Wong, who is attached to Jon Button. Looks like this charge is all sown up.
· Twin Towers advertises her birthday run at Lorong Lada Hitam, last Friday. ‘Bring a torch’ she adds. ‘Why do we need to bring a toy?’ whispers Not Tonight. Turn your hearing aid up girl!
· It should be noted that Twin Towers was flying the Aussie flag. I wonder if Fawlty Towers raised it?
On on On on to Mr. Ho
Guest, returnee mystery scribe, Cock Radio