Run 1630 - Dagy @ Halswell Quarry
Rehash of run 1630: Dagy at Halswell Quarry; On On at 476 Sparks Rd
Yes! Dagy is back and so is the Garbage…..just to keep you lot on yer toes!
Sooooo, rehash Dagy’s blinder of a Halswell Quarry gad about, with jetlag and boutique snaggers at the fore!l
Returning home after his 3 month stint in the Northern reaches Dagy found that not only did he have to cope with a rampant Fingers who was demanding action every 5 minutes, but also the planning of a hash with raging jet lag slowing his usually razor like thought processes.
What to do but set a brilliant run and a feast of good pommie food….Bangers and Mash!! But of course, the bangers were Halswell butchers finest gourmet delights, in fact six different delights. This along with the best spuds available and homemade mushy peas and onion gravy. Yummy!
However, we get ahead of ourselves; first, the run.
Because Dagy was out of the country communication was lax and most turned up at 476 for the run but all fitted in the van for the trip down to the quarry where at least one or two ( Linc) had listened to the correct starting place.
Into the run with St Vege desperate to get away from the ever verbose Vege Basket screaming off into the distance and in ten secs had done a mile. This not on trail! Eventually as Vasie turned up and Linc started to perambulate as well, the trail was sorted and the pack sort of regrouped and off they wented again. The next sight was St Vege sprinting up the hill to go around the top of the quarry. Fortunately the rest of the pack were thinking and Navi, Kling on and co found the trail back down the hill. At this stage, Fingers, being a bit worn out from the nocturnal and not so nocturnal activities of the past two days, stopped thinking and while the rest of the pack headed to the piss stop she trailed after St V on a long jaunt not on trail or anywhere near it.
Off after a beer or two and the short cutters had to go up hill without the runners. To their credit they followed trail manfully and girlfully up and down again to stay on trail to the piss stop. In the meantime the front runners decided to play look at the sky and run around like chickens with our heads cut off. This was observed by dagy from marriage hill….very entertaining. Eventually a second piss stop was enlivened by all the pack, including fingers and St V and the assembled masses, less firkin and an entourage of loco and others, set off up the hill for a final leg and On Home.
On On and I cannot read Vasies notes but it looks like everyone got fined SIF, Fingers, Klingon, Dagy, St V Labrat, Navi, Gloworm, firkin etc etc.
Dagy got the boobs and Klingon got the prick pants to use as fishing shorts on Stewart Island…but I did not mention that.
After that a huge feed during which Firkin actually took his hands out of his pockets!!!
Next Tuesdays run Vasie from her old place on Atlantis st by the missing QEII
Euro Hash was brilliant and UK Nash Hash was superb.
Truro Hash going well and send their hello’s
Psycho and Tongue Lasher say hello as well.
On On
Dagy
Yes! Dagy is back and so is the Garbage…..just to keep you lot on yer toes!
Sooooo, rehash Dagy’s blinder of a Halswell Quarry gad about, with jetlag and boutique snaggers at the fore!l
Returning home after his 3 month stint in the Northern reaches Dagy found that not only did he have to cope with a rampant Fingers who was demanding action every 5 minutes, but also the planning of a hash with raging jet lag slowing his usually razor like thought processes.
What to do but set a brilliant run and a feast of good pommie food….Bangers and Mash!! But of course, the bangers were Halswell butchers finest gourmet delights, in fact six different delights. This along with the best spuds available and homemade mushy peas and onion gravy. Yummy!
However, we get ahead of ourselves; first, the run.
Because Dagy was out of the country communication was lax and most turned up at 476 for the run but all fitted in the van for the trip down to the quarry where at least one or two ( Linc) had listened to the correct starting place.
Into the run with St Vege desperate to get away from the ever verbose Vege Basket screaming off into the distance and in ten secs had done a mile. This not on trail! Eventually as Vasie turned up and Linc started to perambulate as well, the trail was sorted and the pack sort of regrouped and off they wented again. The next sight was St Vege sprinting up the hill to go around the top of the quarry. Fortunately the rest of the pack were thinking and Navi, Kling on and co found the trail back down the hill. At this stage, Fingers, being a bit worn out from the nocturnal and not so nocturnal activities of the past two days, stopped thinking and while the rest of the pack headed to the piss stop she trailed after St V on a long jaunt not on trail or anywhere near it.
Off after a beer or two and the short cutters had to go up hill without the runners. To their credit they followed trail manfully and girlfully up and down again to stay on trail to the piss stop. In the meantime the front runners decided to play look at the sky and run around like chickens with our heads cut off. This was observed by dagy from marriage hill….very entertaining. Eventually a second piss stop was enlivened by all the pack, including fingers and St V and the assembled masses, less firkin and an entourage of loco and others, set off up the hill for a final leg and On Home.
On On and I cannot read Vasies notes but it looks like everyone got fined SIF, Fingers, Klingon, Dagy, St V Labrat, Navi, Gloworm, firkin etc etc.
Dagy got the boobs and Klingon got the prick pants to use as fishing shorts on Stewart Island…but I did not mention that.
After that a huge feed during which Firkin actually took his hands out of his pockets!!!
Next Tuesdays run Vasie from her old place on Atlantis st by the missing QEII
Euro Hash was brilliant and UK Nash Hash was superb.
Truro Hash going well and send their hello’s
Psycho and Tongue Lasher say hello as well.
On On
Dagy