The day started with the hares, Bam Bam and Festering in a panic about the 37 hashers that were waking to prepare for another Monkey which are always memorable and arduous day out.
Meeting at the home of the Monkey, the Thistle Bar again was host to the pre day meeting point and was the liveliest bar in Soi Post Office at 1300 hours with the surrounding massage joints looking a better option, now that we had no bus, possibly due to Festering Streaker’s ongoing feud with Jonny Tra Lala.
Puck Ewe came to the rescue with his scuba van and was heard telling his masters that he was diving with clients to show some new equipment. The other bus was organized by the hares and commandeered by the Odd Job and left for the meeting point at Budda Mountain. GI Joe, the navigator of Puck Ewe’s van, missed the Budda Mountain Road and notified Puck Ewe just outside of Sattahip and then the groaning of the seventeen sardienes packed into a nine seater van, as we header back toward Pattaya.
With the bus incident, we arrived at the A-site with grumblings of “this is going to be sh*t”, which should not be taken as a direct reflection of Festering Streaker…………Bam Bam or Odd Job.
The run was away at 1445 and as usual there was the Shit Through A Duck putting in the early pace. The gout riddled Puck Ewe was putting in a sterling performance moving that large lanky body through the undergrowth that Odd Job spent days trimming and preparing for such a moment.
The two inseparables, Linguini Weeny and Garbage Collector were hammering at the early pace causing Jellobutt to question his feeble mind as to what it will take to win today’s Monkey Hash. Now we all know that the Monkey is not a race and no Monkey would ever dream of racing……except for Jellobutt, who strangely enough is the founder of this mob, which is a sad indictment to say the least
Woo Woo's Ball Washer was fired up early with every intention of getting his moneys worth and was seen out solving every check with Speedy Gonzalas, Gi Joe, Sheik MeMe and Bottomless Pit. Smelly Bastard was out there somewhere and not calling and no one outside of the loitering Jellobutt gave a toss.
Rumpled Foreskin and Dizzy done there best and shortcutted at every opportunity and found themselves at the drink stop within minutes of the aforementioned front running bastards.
The hares looked pretty chuffed as the crowd stumbled back into the C-site. Set out in a pretty area with the necessary stools and beverages a ready, the runners relaxed in the setting sun to much banter. The food was a Bam Bam special and Penny Drops from Korat was heard telling several that he had never tasted so good. Bottomless Pit was really pissed that there was no food left when he rose to eat and Woo Woo's Ball Washer came to the rescue with a candy bar that he had in the bottom of his golf bag for many years and had possibly done up to four US and European PGA tours.
The circle was a spectacle and all and sundry were iced without mercy. Rear Gunner, Miserable Cunt, Greyhound and Timmy Tight Pants were spared the continuous torment of the ice and Wobbly Boot and Penny Drops were hammered at every opportunity.
The OnOn was at some obscure bar, where we could swim and the food was sensational, but we could not get home.
Thanks to the hares Bam Bam, Odd Job and Festering Streaker for a great day out.