Run Report by Kate
A very small band of runners arrived on time in the car part at 7pm, where the action started almost immediately when Jerome realised that he had put his running shorts on inside out, he duly changed behind a car, I fortunately managed to turn my back just in time! Brett then arrived and also proceeded to take off his shorts, as luck would have it he had another pair underneath, again saving my blushes! We were later informed that they were his ‘Big Boy’ South African shorts bought in some discount store last time he was out there, I refrained from making a comment!
Therefore just passed the hour, myself, David, Brett, Steve, Jerome, John, Fred, Tom and Harry set off from the pub. It wasn’t until we were half way round, when the arguments about what direction to take started, that we realised that the usual runners were out numbered by Bartletts!! It is amazing how some sons turn out just like their Dad’s, in strange way quite comforting but at the same time rather worrying!
The run itself was good, new paths from the pub, with the initial part of the run resembling the rollercoaster, much to David’s annoyance. Fortunately the route levelled out and the remainder of the run was a very pleasant run through the woods and back across the green. Predictably, David and Brett made an early bid for home, followed by Harry and John, Harry’s early departure due to a sore knee, but no reason given for John’s early departure??? Tom finished the course as did Steve, who according to him has peaked in his running for this year, or is it with Duds not there he doesn’t have to talk all the way round?
The pub was quiet, which was good, but perhaps not for some of the clients, as once spotted they could not escape? The old ‘William Bartlett’ accountant was spotted at one of the dining tables with a female, much debate ensued at to whether the women was his wife? I was later dispatched to give my opinion, only to discover that they had departed, so obviously not! With our numbers small, we all managed to sit round the same table, not necessarily a good thing, the conversation had its highs but also its lows, one notable one being a debate of a golf playoff where the guy did something in a bunker in the sand or that was how Steve explained it to me, needless to say Steve, Brett and I began to glaze over! Gossip was good but unfortunately ‘tour rules’ apply, although David is thinking of doing a survey on ‘blowing or sucking’ or was that one purely for my benefit? I was going to list a few topics I would like to discuss for next weeks run but I quite like to challenge of making complete random comments that stop all conversation, as last night showed
Sarah and the boys turned up with their new puppy, which was lovely. I was delighted to see that the puppy refused to do anything Brett told it to do, especially as he had just spent a small fortune getting it trained, Sarah obviously did not have the same problem!
Next weeks run will be from the Royal Standard, Wooburn, next to Odd’s Farm. Jerome has kindly agreed to do a route, not too hilly please. It will be the day after my birthday so lets hope next week will see a few more runners, Steve T will be back from holiday but I am thinking more of a few other runners who have not been seen for a while, ‘Neil, Martin are you out there’?? Richard where were you last night, just as well we didn’t wait? Lars, promise we will wait, and Jerome will wash his hand next time! Doug, we know where you are so you have an excuse, trust you are doing as much running as drinking?
Thursday, August 26, 2010
Stag & Huntsman, 11th August 2010 (Run 20)
Run Report by John
Jerome, Brett, Jules, Amanda, Steve Sut, David, Ollie Hux, Seb and Barney Riv and myself congregated in the Hambleden pub car park at 7. Fred had decided to miss the run because she had blisters from the previous weekend’s 35 mile walk followed by her first 12 hour shifts on the wards. Actually her non appearance was I think more to do with the delicious looking pea soup she was merrily slurping away at on her terrace when I arrived on my bike. Anyway let us wish Fred luck with her campaign for the return of ward sisters throughout that empire of efficiency, the NHS during her first few weeks.
After a gentle stroll over a couple of fields we were suddenly met with quite a formidable hill. So formidable in fact that Barney had to escort Brett home. Similarly a mile later Seb and Ollie had to lead David back through the woods for an early bath. With the shackles loosened somewhat the remaining runners got into their stride and enjoyed a very pleasant closing couple of miles. Jules bemoaned his lack of camera, Steve without the burden of running with Duds showed us how fast he really could run and with Fred’s NHS reforming instincts ringing in our ears, Jules and I agreed that there were far too many fat people in the country and that easy solutions could include bringing back rationing, allowing street football again and smaller main course plates.
Post run we were joined by Sarah, Diana and Susie (with bike) and just as we were about to leave Rodders who had run from Radnage and taken a slight diversion through goodness knows where. He received little sympathy on arrival and no one even offered to get him a drink as the table was snug to say the least and seat space was at a premium. I can’t remember what anyone talked about as my arse was hurting so much from sitting on the edge of the wooden seat which Jules and Amanda were occupying more than generously. Oh yes there was a mention that the pub was being renovated soon – lets hope they have the foresight to install some stella or numbers in the process and some beer that doesn’t taste like vinegar.
Next week (or rather this week) we might be short on numbers so run will be from a central location – Royal Oak, Bovingdon Green. If you’re coming perhaps a little ‘yes I’m coming’ would encourage those who are feeling slightly idle in this glorious August weather we are having to make an appearance.
See you Wednesday at 7!
Jerome, Brett, Jules, Amanda, Steve Sut, David, Ollie Hux, Seb and Barney Riv and myself congregated in the Hambleden pub car park at 7. Fred had decided to miss the run because she had blisters from the previous weekend’s 35 mile walk followed by her first 12 hour shifts on the wards. Actually her non appearance was I think more to do with the delicious looking pea soup she was merrily slurping away at on her terrace when I arrived on my bike. Anyway let us wish Fred luck with her campaign for the return of ward sisters throughout that empire of efficiency, the NHS during her first few weeks.
After a gentle stroll over a couple of fields we were suddenly met with quite a formidable hill. So formidable in fact that Barney had to escort Brett home. Similarly a mile later Seb and Ollie had to lead David back through the woods for an early bath. With the shackles loosened somewhat the remaining runners got into their stride and enjoyed a very pleasant closing couple of miles. Jules bemoaned his lack of camera, Steve without the burden of running with Duds showed us how fast he really could run and with Fred’s NHS reforming instincts ringing in our ears, Jules and I agreed that there were far too many fat people in the country and that easy solutions could include bringing back rationing, allowing street football again and smaller main course plates.
Post run we were joined by Sarah, Diana and Susie (with bike) and just as we were about to leave Rodders who had run from Radnage and taken a slight diversion through goodness knows where. He received little sympathy on arrival and no one even offered to get him a drink as the table was snug to say the least and seat space was at a premium. I can’t remember what anyone talked about as my arse was hurting so much from sitting on the edge of the wooden seat which Jules and Amanda were occupying more than generously. Oh yes there was a mention that the pub was being renovated soon – lets hope they have the foresight to install some stella or numbers in the process and some beer that doesn’t taste like vinegar.
Next week (or rather this week) we might be short on numbers so run will be from a central location – Royal Oak, Bovingdon Green. If you’re coming perhaps a little ‘yes I’m coming’ would encourage those who are feeling slightly idle in this glorious August weather we are having to make an appearance.
See you Wednesday at 7!
Dud's Place, 4th August 2010 (Run 19)
Run Report by Duds
It's 10:30 pm Wednesday 4th August. The house is empty now. I've got 3/4's of a pint of Rebellion in my pint glass and the dish washer is beavering away in the background. The radio is playing loud and I'm not feeling tired yet so here is this week's run report....
You say Poonani and I say punani seems to have been the theme for tonight.
I'm aiming to write the most prompt run report ever though I do remember a certain Jerome Bartlett writing a run report on the same evening as the run once before so the jury might be out on this contest....
By the way, when clearing up I found one dish (Selwyn's I think), one Wasps yellow drink bottle and one clear drink bottle with a light blue top....Not bad for an evening's collection. I'm away for the next "x" weeks so I'm afraid they will stay put unless you come and get them.
A very pleasant evening started (despite the weather) in Beacons Bottom when Selwyn, Spider, Brett, Steve, John, Jerome, Fred, Jules and Amanda all arrived bearing gifts such as salads, beer, wine and banter before we set off on a fairly straight forward run down into Bottom Wood, to Ham Farm, over the road and then back to my place via various routes. Selwyn, Spider and myself decided to take the steep but more direct route back home whereas the fitties, including Jerome, who seems to have come on in leaps and bounds of late on the fitness front since refereeing a Turkish punch up on holiday, went on a longer, no doubt less direct route.
Returning back home slightly earlier than expected and catching Brett with a pair of Aude's knickers on his head (only joking Sarah !), the Bar-B-Q eventually got hot after much prompting/blowing and we were all fed and watered and I was left with very few leftovers. The Roddicks and Mr Abbott also turned up and so our number rose to a mighty thirteen.
Shame about the weather but all in all a pretty successful soirée.
I'm feeling a little jaded/drunk now (you wouldn't believe the number of times I've had to correct this email) but apparently you are running from the Stag & Huntsman in Hambleden (or is it Hambledon ?) next Wednesday at 7 pm. Who cares anyway ? I won't be running next week and, if I'm lucky, by that time I'll be drinking tequila and up to my plums in some dusky Mexican maiden (only joking Aude !).
See you all soon mother f*c*ers, I'll be a stone heavier and a lot slower by the time we next run.....
Ciao,
Duds.
P.S. I can't be held responsible for the content of this email. I blame it on the beer so, effectively, it's all David's fault.
It's 10:30 pm Wednesday 4th August. The house is empty now. I've got 3/4's of a pint of Rebellion in my pint glass and the dish washer is beavering away in the background. The radio is playing loud and I'm not feeling tired yet so here is this week's run report....
You say Poonani and I say punani seems to have been the theme for tonight.
I'm aiming to write the most prompt run report ever though I do remember a certain Jerome Bartlett writing a run report on the same evening as the run once before so the jury might be out on this contest....
By the way, when clearing up I found one dish (Selwyn's I think), one Wasps yellow drink bottle and one clear drink bottle with a light blue top....Not bad for an evening's collection. I'm away for the next "x" weeks so I'm afraid they will stay put unless you come and get them.
A very pleasant evening started (despite the weather) in Beacons Bottom when Selwyn, Spider, Brett, Steve, John, Jerome, Fred, Jules and Amanda all arrived bearing gifts such as salads, beer, wine and banter before we set off on a fairly straight forward run down into Bottom Wood, to Ham Farm, over the road and then back to my place via various routes. Selwyn, Spider and myself decided to take the steep but more direct route back home whereas the fitties, including Jerome, who seems to have come on in leaps and bounds of late on the fitness front since refereeing a Turkish punch up on holiday, went on a longer, no doubt less direct route.
Returning back home slightly earlier than expected and catching Brett with a pair of Aude's knickers on his head (only joking Sarah !), the Bar-B-Q eventually got hot after much prompting/blowing and we were all fed and watered and I was left with very few leftovers. The Roddicks and Mr Abbott also turned up and so our number rose to a mighty thirteen.
Shame about the weather but all in all a pretty successful soirée.
I'm feeling a little jaded/drunk now (you wouldn't believe the number of times I've had to correct this email) but apparently you are running from the Stag & Huntsman in Hambleden (or is it Hambledon ?) next Wednesday at 7 pm. Who cares anyway ? I won't be running next week and, if I'm lucky, by that time I'll be drinking tequila and up to my plums in some dusky Mexican maiden (only joking Aude !).
See you all soon mother f*c*ers, I'll be a stone heavier and a lot slower by the time we next run.....
Ciao,
Duds.
P.S. I can't be held responsible for the content of this email. I blame it on the beer so, effectively, it's all David's fault.
Hughenden - 28th July 2010 (Run 18)
Run Report by Heather
Well – here we go. I’ve finally been nobbled. After all these years of turning up to the odd Wednesday run and managing satisfactorily to lose everyone after about half a mile in order to continue my own gentle amble through Bucks countryside, disaster. I almost hung out for a complete run.
Having turned up at the Harrow, with Ellie, approximately one hour too early it transpired, she reminded me that the reason that no-one was there was that we were running from the church. We hot footed it to Hughenden just in time to spot a small gaggle of runners heading up the hill on a slightly overcast evening. What a relief, I thought. Lost them already. In order not to give up too quickly, we enthusiastically headed up the hill (the first is the worst) in hasty pursuit assuming happily that we’d have to catch up with them in the pub, only to discover that the mob had sneakily doubled back, we couldn’t hide – there was no escape.
Brett was disappointed that he had not spotted the short cut through the gate, resulting in the fact that he had run a few hundred yards more than necessary. Duds kept my spirits up by telling me that it was a good run to be participating in as the Fatties significantly outnumbered the Fitties and that it was a gentle jaunt of a run as opposed to a heart attack inducing 5 miler with at least 6 steep hills. We pounded through the Hughenden woods, John and Jules setting the pace followed closely by Kate and Amanda and then a sort of straggle of Steve, David, Duds, Selwyn, Brett, Ellie and I. (Maybe I should only speak for myself when I use the term ‘straggle’.) Ellie was a little worried that she’d be left for dead and find herself lost in the wilderness of High Wycombe, however – in the words of Gloria – she survived. Downley appeared on the radar, I noticed we passed at least two pubs without a backward look, no other landmarks really registered, across a couple of commons, back into the woods for a reasonable downhill return to base. Short and sweet. Lovely. Brett disappeared at some point – that old calf injury excuse again – but made it to the pub. Funny that. Jules, having also sustained some sort of injury, only managed to cycle to the run, rather than complete the usual half marathon to get there. However an extra circuit or two and a small sprint to the pub soon made up for it.
So to the Harrow for beer, wine and 6 pints of chips. Suzie turned up on her bike just in time for the pleasantries – with another injury to add to the list of ailments suffered by the merry band of runners.
Adam joined us for beer and I can’t really remember much about the conversation although I vaguely recall some mention of Alzheimer’s.
So – my first run report and quite possibly the last one I will be doing, due to the fact I feel that keeping up with you lot in the future may be unachievable. Can’t see it happening again in a hurry….
Duds will be doing next week’s run venue information along with the minimalist BBQ….. ? Does that mean half a sausage each? Or possibly no charcoal?
Well – here we go. I’ve finally been nobbled. After all these years of turning up to the odd Wednesday run and managing satisfactorily to lose everyone after about half a mile in order to continue my own gentle amble through Bucks countryside, disaster. I almost hung out for a complete run.
Having turned up at the Harrow, with Ellie, approximately one hour too early it transpired, she reminded me that the reason that no-one was there was that we were running from the church. We hot footed it to Hughenden just in time to spot a small gaggle of runners heading up the hill on a slightly overcast evening. What a relief, I thought. Lost them already. In order not to give up too quickly, we enthusiastically headed up the hill (the first is the worst) in hasty pursuit assuming happily that we’d have to catch up with them in the pub, only to discover that the mob had sneakily doubled back, we couldn’t hide – there was no escape.
Brett was disappointed that he had not spotted the short cut through the gate, resulting in the fact that he had run a few hundred yards more than necessary. Duds kept my spirits up by telling me that it was a good run to be participating in as the Fatties significantly outnumbered the Fitties and that it was a gentle jaunt of a run as opposed to a heart attack inducing 5 miler with at least 6 steep hills. We pounded through the Hughenden woods, John and Jules setting the pace followed closely by Kate and Amanda and then a sort of straggle of Steve, David, Duds, Selwyn, Brett, Ellie and I. (Maybe I should only speak for myself when I use the term ‘straggle’.) Ellie was a little worried that she’d be left for dead and find herself lost in the wilderness of High Wycombe, however – in the words of Gloria – she survived. Downley appeared on the radar, I noticed we passed at least two pubs without a backward look, no other landmarks really registered, across a couple of commons, back into the woods for a reasonable downhill return to base. Short and sweet. Lovely. Brett disappeared at some point – that old calf injury excuse again – but made it to the pub. Funny that. Jules, having also sustained some sort of injury, only managed to cycle to the run, rather than complete the usual half marathon to get there. However an extra circuit or two and a small sprint to the pub soon made up for it.
So to the Harrow for beer, wine and 6 pints of chips. Suzie turned up on her bike just in time for the pleasantries – with another injury to add to the list of ailments suffered by the merry band of runners.
Adam joined us for beer and I can’t really remember much about the conversation although I vaguely recall some mention of Alzheimer’s.
So – my first run report and quite possibly the last one I will be doing, due to the fact I feel that keeping up with you lot in the future may be unachievable. Can’t see it happening again in a hurry….
Duds will be doing next week’s run venue information along with the minimalist BBQ….. ? Does that mean half a sausage each? Or possibly no charcoal?
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