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 Since it was Bone’s fiftieth, “how old?” Yes! Fiftieth birthday, the run was set by Geriatix 2 himself. The dribble dropper strapped nicely on to the side of that walking frame and the run took off at a steady steady pace from the Makara Nursing Home. 

The On Home was discovered five minutes from the start…….what was that about altazeimers? Now where was I?...oh, some staunch hashers, no names mentioned, decided to do the run backwards, no one tripped over so they must have been good at it. 

The double bums made a dash for the Henley Lake in the vain hope of a random flasher… all this physical activity got the better of Bone Crusher and she had to run home for chippies…it’s a good look. 

Every one was treated to Chef Price’s Plat De Jour…..mince and cheese. If it ain’t broke don’t fix it! Bloody good feed was had by all, except PNT naturally.  

Bone Crusher and Brazillian made attempts to ruin the athletic physics with some home baking (at least you can be sure with Brazillians Brownies that you wont find a hair in them!) 

Sewerage dished out the dick….and there was plenty. As discussed, we scheduled in a smoko break for half way through Dog Shit’s Down Down, gonna take more than a bag of Viagra to fix that soft cock! 

New bubbies were left at home with the double bums whilst the babies heads were well and truly wet by the proud if exhausted fathers. Impressive down downs from Sleepy and Mini Wink, although expectations after Dog Shit were pretty low…..

Sir Mount –A-Bull rose to the occasion but allow him self to be ‘bull-ied’ into anything other than a shy whisky. He must be more afraid of the wrath of Brenda than Mini Wink should be…. 

Geriatrix did his best to guide the angry mob, and sticky plaster made a guest appearance for the down downs, offering coaching tips. 

Pot Hole was on form and Mr X remained super cool as usual. (either that or he was suffering from wind…….) 

Next weeks run at Penny Lane, Sticky plaster will be donning the apron and we are waiting with baited breath……  it’s a pumpkin run, as a new comer I am unsure of the meaning but am keeping my eye out for orange lycra in the salvos!