Run Report by Presso
This weeks run report is submitted by Lord Lucan, or at least it could have been, since he was as present as the author.
Apologies for lateness but at least I was there for the business end of the run ie a drink or two.
As all will know, the run from The Dog and Badger (actually now an Italian restaurant) starts with an uncomfortable uphill mile, enough to see off most, one of the reasons I was late, but not enough to deter a large turn out of the following: Brett, Doug, David, Duds, Fred, Steve (thanks again), Spider, Pete, Selwyn, Amanda, Jules, Susie, Kate, and Selwyn. Unfortunately, (not), I was a tad late and missed the start, therefore having to jog down the flat bit to Hambleden Mill and back, on my onio, and get a crafty one in before everyone else returned. Fortunately I was able to glean the salient details from others as they returned.
Unlike as is normal that the fitties split from the fatties, it would appear that there were several breaks in the run, with splits at the start of every hill after the first, aforementioned, climb. Let this be a lesson to all route planners that hills are controversial (nay, they are the devils work, put there to exhaust the God fearing...). Put none in the route and you are a GOD. Watch your followers deplete by each hill you insert.
I am reliably informed that, surprising as it may sound, some wild-life was spotted on this run, namely, a brace of rabbits and a deer.....!! Gosh.... not sure that has happened before but since I wasn't there I can only assume that these were amazing rabbits and that the deer was not an old dear, (actually, I was interested enough to qualify that point). Seriously though, I suspect the oily bread is the only thing that keeps this venue on the list.
So, as for the chat in the pub......Funnily enough I wasn't there for that either as I stayed out in the garden (where I could smoke if I wanted..not that I did very much... I think I may have had two) but I would have to say that I started out at the girls end of the table....SHOCK......HORROR.....GASP..... and I did thrash about like a proverbial........(fish out of water for those who didn't get that one) but my auld mucker, Rodders, then turned up having run there from Radnage. Good effort by anyones standards.
We had a very pleasant chat all round until the soft southerners had to disappear inside ( at about 9.00pm when the temperature dropped below 20 degrees) at which point, those tough enough, analysed, defined, and dispensed with depression. (Probably a topic brought on by the soft southerners....or was it Gordon the Moron...?)
Anyway, I'm now stressing as to whether I managed the prescribed number of words for a run report or whether I've bored the pants off everyone who actually ran, or what, really.... anyway..on to my journey home.
I went inside the pub (after those polite enough to stay outside with me had had enough and left swiftly from the car park) to find those, there, were also legging it as quickly as their weary legs would take them. Obviously, they all had Blueberries, and they had all been sent messages that I had not, that it was time for bed.......... During my drive home, I saw, two barn owls, three monkjack deer, six rabbits (two squashed, one in my rear view mirror) the 10 o' clock news, (only in a Mercedes) and two empty packets of Silk Cut... just to remind me to buy some more.
Next weeks run is from The Prince Albert in Freith, which will no doubt piss Selwyn off loads, as he will have no excuse to be late home (or is that just me.).
Presso
Apologies for lateness but at least I was there for the business end of the run ie a drink or two.
As all will know, the run from The Dog and Badger (actually now an Italian restaurant) starts with an uncomfortable uphill mile, enough to see off most, one of the reasons I was late, but not enough to deter a large turn out of the following: Brett, Doug, David, Duds, Fred, Steve (thanks again), Spider, Pete, Selwyn, Amanda, Jules, Susie, Kate, and Selwyn. Unfortunately, (not), I was a tad late and missed the start, therefore having to jog down the flat bit to Hambleden Mill and back, on my onio, and get a crafty one in before everyone else returned. Fortunately I was able to glean the salient details from others as they returned.
Unlike as is normal that the fitties split from the fatties, it would appear that there were several breaks in the run, with splits at the start of every hill after the first, aforementioned, climb. Let this be a lesson to all route planners that hills are controversial (nay, they are the devils work, put there to exhaust the God fearing...). Put none in the route and you are a GOD. Watch your followers deplete by each hill you insert.
I am reliably informed that, surprising as it may sound, some wild-life was spotted on this run, namely, a brace of rabbits and a deer.....!! Gosh.... not sure that has happened before but since I wasn't there I can only assume that these were amazing rabbits and that the deer was not an old dear, (actually, I was interested enough to qualify that point). Seriously though, I suspect the oily bread is the only thing that keeps this venue on the list.
So, as for the chat in the pub......Funnily enough I wasn't there for that either as I stayed out in the garden (where I could smoke if I wanted..not that I did very much... I think I may have had two) but I would have to say that I started out at the girls end of the table....SHOCK......HORROR.....GASP..... and I did thrash about like a proverbial........(fish out of water for those who didn't get that one) but my auld mucker, Rodders, then turned up having run there from Radnage. Good effort by anyones standards.
We had a very pleasant chat all round until the soft southerners had to disappear inside ( at about 9.00pm when the temperature dropped below 20 degrees) at which point, those tough enough, analysed, defined, and dispensed with depression. (Probably a topic brought on by the soft southerners....or was it Gordon the Moron...?)
Anyway, I'm now stressing as to whether I managed the prescribed number of words for a run report or whether I've bored the pants off everyone who actually ran, or what, really.... anyway..on to my journey home.
I went inside the pub (after those polite enough to stay outside with me had had enough and left swiftly from the car park) to find those, there, were also legging it as quickly as their weary legs would take them. Obviously, they all had Blueberries, and they had all been sent messages that I had not, that it was time for bed.......... During my drive home, I saw, two barn owls, three monkjack deer, six rabbits (two squashed, one in my rear view mirror) the 10 o' clock news, (only in a Mercedes) and two empty packets of Silk Cut... just to remind me to buy some more.
Next weeks run is from The Prince Albert in Freith, which will no doubt piss Selwyn off loads, as he will have no excuse to be late home (or is that just me.).
Presso
1 comment:
The report's certainly more interesting than the run, Presso.
David (who's idea it was to run from the D&B in the first place)
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