Run Report by Brett
I cant believe that I actually enjoyed the outing last night, given that
it was more than a little reminiscent of the worst of school cross
country runs. Running for almost an hour in sodden conditions at the
back of the pack with Captain of rugby Jerome 'German' Bartlett stomping
through puddles and splashing water and mud over all.
No school uniform last night but lots of clingy lycra and luminous togs.
I made a reappearance as the 1970's German goalkeeper Sepp Maier, JB
came straight from his cone placing duty on the M40 and Presso having
run five miles and supped three pints of 'Braks' was straight off to the
Little Milton floodlit bobsleighing championships....... Without his
helmet. Now that's what I call a Triathlete.
Rodders showed his sensitive side by hanging around the back markers and
chatting in his esay way as Doug heaped praise on the continental
refering of the previous nights Man U/Barca encounter. Selwyn who
everyone knows is Keith Hacketts right hand man had his blackbook in
hand taking copious and quite soggy notes. Mrs Riv. came out of
retirement despite the rain)and gave her mended ankle a good work out.
The state of her running shoes this morning means that last nights
adventure is going to cost me a new pair of diamante gym shoes.
Steve 'blogger' Taylor was threatening to pull the blog site, I think
through lack of contribution from other runners,(but I might have got
that wrong). I feel it has been a great success and wouldn't want to see
it go. Fred suggested that perhaps we could add weekly photos and
thankfully is prepared to bring along her box brownie next week.
The Jolly Farmer at Cookham Dean was quiet when we departed on the run
and heaving when we returned, so we went downhill to the more basic
Uncle Toms Cabin. Jules cleverly used the term 'earthy' in describing
the pub, as we dragged clumps of mud across the already filthy floor.
Did anyone have a thick head this morning?. David 'if I was born to
drink lager rather than ale my surname would be Heineken' Abbott,
announced he suffers from a headache when he drinks Brakspears. This is
strange 'cos Presso was telling me that his permanent migraine subsides
as soon as he starts drinking.
It didn't take long to move onto this years pet subject -the content of
Duds sent items. I must say that I find them reassuringly offensive and
was intrigued to note that Amanda can get the up to date football scores
and Duds latest offerings in split screen stylee on that funny techno
thing she had last night.
Lastly and to regognise those who I didn't overhear or chat to, I would
like to thank Richard for going drinking with me on Sunday and Kate for
giving me a lift home and for nominating her daughter to sit for us.
Meanwhile at the end of the evening Susie sat firmly on Chris's lap, I
assume on account of the inadequate seating or was it just to prevent
him from undertaking that final quick loop around the car pub
park......have I forgotten anyone?
See you next week at The Stag & Huntsman.
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