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| From Cola |
JBHHH 2213-AGM RUN (09-03-2011)
A TOWELLED-DOWN AGM RUN
The turnout for an AGM RUN was small by our standards; perhaps some of the absentees were malingering for fear of getting elected! Or perhaps the run-site at DESA TEBRAU wasn’t very hashy anymore as all nooks and corners are now plastered up with development! Just as the takraw-team wound up their ruckus in the breezy afternoon, the time for the run arrived and the OCs HANDSOME LAW and BIG BUM, (obviously not the Hares) shooed us off to the water-tower. This routine beginning saw many gangs of SCBs doing what they do best very early. A large platoon led by our one-arm bandit Mongol wentfor a stroll along the pipe, which incidentally was the home-trail.
The paper-adherents meanwhile penetrated the mossie-infested rubber off the corner-fencing of the Watertower for an involuntary bout of blood donation! This sojourn in Rubber-land was in fact the substance of the run. All three checks were within. The First, on a wooded track that forked left, was sniffed out by MOH MUNTHAI or someone who sounded like the Yankee. The tailing pack then followed Mr. Moh to literally beat around the bush until we came to the brink of a stream for the Second Check; this again was easily ferreted out by IRONMAN and we chased this balding bloke until we could espy the roofs of the houses of JP-Perdana. The Third and final check was also another piece of cake; by then almost every idiot knew the direction home; and so it didn’t take long for a non-idiot like MOBIL ONE to fish out the connection; we followed this scrawny Hakka to hurdle the boom-gate and eventually out to the PUB pipe.
It was a short run tailor-made for the AGM; a wise move as the Committee didn’t want any untoward mishaps on this important day. As an AGM-token a fluffy large towel was given out to one and all to dry our rain- and sweat-soaked anatomies or perhaps to portent of the towelled-down AGM to come!
CIRCLE saw the rare appearance of our elected Whip who, as usual, was at his longwinded best! In his typical nonchalant manner he started his ‘ Blahler and Sister’ Hokglish speech and ranted on and on (and on and on….!) about perks of being in the committee; all past GMs were hauled up for public display and so were the past On-Sec and On-Cash; so much so by the time the floor opened, there wasn’t enough ondown beers! Might as well, as the GM had early said the Circle will have to close at 8.30 in view of the AGPU (Annual General Piss-Up!). The Whip was himself whipped by Flintstone and so were the punters
(led by Bochialan) who tried to influence the AGM outcome with heavy betting!
The AGM this year moved up-market at this sparkling new restaurant called CRAB WORLD, and mind you, despite the name, the food wasn’t crap! Like all our AGMs, the cacophony overwhelmed the proceedings and everyone was blabbering away while the supposed serious business of electing a new Government was in process! By some machinations between Flintstone and LSB and in between the fish and the pork, all the pork barrel issues were settled. Despite their screaming protestations ICECREAM’s
outgoing regime became incoming again! CONGRATS! WE PROMISE YOU ALL OUR SUPPORT
FROM THE BOTTOM OF OUR SCROTA! ON-ON! HAVE ANOTHER EVENTFUL HASHING YEAR!
ESTABLISHED 1820, STILL GOING STRONG!
