JB HHH RUN No. 2151 (30-12-2009)
LAST FLING OF 2009
The run-site at the TIRAM WATER-TOWER has been pillaged by metal thieves, leaving gaping deep trenches after the RC slabs have been pulverized; the takraw team had to manoeuvre their deft kicks so as to avoid landing the ball into these abyssal chasms! As the crowd swelled to the regular hundred or so, the time for the onslaught arrived and the Hares LONG COCK and MONEY KHOO shooed us off towards the back corner of the tower. The descent was a bit dicey due to the many hidden holes; Falling Bumper indeed lived up to his moniker and fell like Humpty-Dumpty!
The Run, according to Moh Mun Thai, was too short. Due to the confusion of the checkers, some of whom deserted to become SCBs, there were conflicting claims as to the number of checks. Ironman, who was the first in, said there were four while Assassin Heng, who apparently was one of the deserters, said there were only three! Whatever it was, as the short run was cohared by a platoon of SCBs (Botak Yeng and gang), not much ‘sex-citement’ was expected anyway. The in-trail proceeded tamely near the manager’s bungalow and then slid left towards a shallow ravine only swerve on a very early right-hander, away from the pipe; it didn’t even venture beyond the slopes of the pipe. In typical fashion, the SCBs were in sixes and sevens when they stumbled onto the red paper early; one group led by Tongkat Ali decided to forge forward towards the pipeline while another led by the GM decided to follow the reds assiduously and ambled safely home in just under the hour. The frontrunners were all looking rather untested and were accusing and counter-accusing one another for the near fiasco at the penultimate check.
To compensate for the insubstantial run, the Hares provided us with some substantial post-run food in the form of a spicy nasi lemak, jack-fruits, curry-puffs and an assortment of kuehs! With such an array of nosh who needs the On-On! Just when everyone has cleansed himself, it was discovered that our Skudai guest Karak and his young friend were MIA! Fortunately this habitual slow-coach has the good sense of equipping himself with a flashlight and that indeed guided them home, albeit midway through the circle. In the absence of the Whip, who has gone AWOL, Flintstone, Moh Mun Thai, Cepat Masuk, the GM himself, So Big and Mongol all assisted in lashing the whip and woe-betide those asses on the block when they decided to sing Dongfanghong’s national anthem! As most of the whippings were done impromptu, even the most frivolous offences were not let off the hook. Who needs a valid reason anyway? That’s hash! The GM stretched the Circle until 9 and we adjourned to Greenland Restaurant in Pelangi Indah for the On-On; the Hares graciously provided three bottles per table and the whole do was declared FOC! Mongol and his obstreperous tribe were creating such a racket it frightened the non-hashing diners to beat an early retreat! No wonder they were serving the dishes like flinging flying saucers! The message was clear, quickly eat and quickly eff-off!
A BIG KAMSIAH FOR THE FOC DO!
MAHARAJAH de CHELLAM