Garbage for 13th March
It was a fine evening when we rocked up to Hagley Park, looking forward to a
nice leisurely jaunt around the park itself The runners were a touch AGHAST when
WorkaShirka confessed that the FIRST LEG had taken the runners AN HOUR the night before (even Crutch Itch!!!). So us runners started off looking for a shortcut
from the get-go and headed across Hagley Park towards St Asaph St, accompanied
by vocal abuse from the walkers. In the mean time, the walkers (including
several informed parties from the night before, minus their togas) wandered
slowly off. The runners arriving at St Asaph encountered GloWorm who managed to
be both late and in front at the same time. Impressive, really... followed a
lengthy but clearly marker trail as far as the new bus exchange, giving us a
chance to inspect some of the empty voids where our landmarks used to be. Then
it simply disappeared. Brushed away bu hundreds of loser cruiser’ (e.g. buss
passenger) feet? Erased by aliens? Who knows. We turned back to join the walkers
for a leisurely stroll through the container mall and found our way to a piss
stop along the Avon’s banks... to a disturbing absence of Piss wagon or Hare.
When the hare did finally arrive to a chorus of abuse for lateness, she could
not believe we had taken less than the prescribed hour to arrive. As a penalty,
OrfulFuk insisted she ferry two lost German backpackers to Bealey Ave (after
first mistaking them for Frenchies!!!). O(n headed the runners to the next piss
stop across the other side of Hagley Park – to find only 3 intrepid walkers
actually made it that far. The rest had fucked off back to the On-On. Worka was
very worried about them standing round for ages catching a chill. The rest of us
couldn’t give a toss. We were just pleased that at least this time when we
arrived there was piss!!!!! We headed back to the On-On for a short fines circle
and some legendary kai, including home made pita bread, veggie curry, delicious
beef and beans to fill our pitas/tacos and some tasty salads. When asked as to
why this was not also a toga run, as Monday night’s had been, Worka said – “but
the food is Mexican!” Maybe that’s over thinking it a bit???
Fines:
Hare and kitchen bitch: Worka Shirka
NewBoots: “Scott our flatmate” and Tina?/?
Lost property: PulledOut (pannikin)
PDA: Klingon and MILF (holding hands when arriving at first piss stop)
OrfulFuk – not recognising his own countrymen’s accent and some epic whinging
about his artistic endeavours being left out of last week’s trah
LaBrat for mishandling Fridgid’s member
WankPlank – spillage
Plus some more...
I can’t remember who got the PRICK but I’m sure they deserved it