Most rain-shy ONHHHashers, gazing out of their offices at 4.45 on May 16th
and viewing with dismay the sorry scene of mud-soaked pedestrians and
snarled-up traffic developing on the streets below, apparently decided to
head off to the warmth of their own homes rather than endure the mild
inconvenience of a damp pair of socks. It was therefore only a hardy few who
made it to Amboseli Gardens in Lavington for run 279, ably set by Navigator
and a posse of other Scandiwegians, some related to him (Desire and Almost
Desirable) and one apparently not (Titty Prawn, at least as far as we know,
though on a dark night from a certain angle…).

The run somewhat resembled the Tromso Marathon – cold, clammy, rather long
and the route lined by people with funny accents – but thanks to the
sustenance provided by Desire’s plate-loads of watermelons and the fear of
being benighted in Kawangware, the brave and athletic few made it round the
7 km route and back to the Hare’s Hole just before dark set in.

Thanks to the failure of the Swedish school to pay their dues to Reddy
Kilowatt, we were obliged to gather in Navigator’s front garden around a
fading torchlight where Dog administered the Down Downs. We welcomed a new
arrival from the Red Cross known as Satanic Virgin (or somesuch name) and
even Pisspot put in an appearancefrom Upper Volta. Amazing the lengths some
people will go to for free beer. As food was ladled out, Lurpak and Homo
Erectus also sidled in, boosting the numbers to a dizzying 18 or so.

Great pasta, free beers, excellent run. Shame you lot are scared of a little
water.

On On!

Buggered Balls.