Run report by Chris
(Beautiful English Name)
Yesterday a proud British tradition was once again re-born.
As folklore has it a group of youths, pure of body and mind met together to battle the elements. As the years have gone by Great Britain has flourished.... wars, world cups etc won, the Battle has evolved.
Yesterday, a gaggle of 20 somethings (poetic licence), set forth from a fine English Ale House to pit their wits and stamina against the rolling Chiltern countryside.
When I joined the group (numbering 14 strong) it was being lead by Jerome and Amanda (beautiful English Names) she’s a nurse you know! They were picking their way around a ploughed field, ploughed no doubt by a strong trustworthy British farm on a reliable British tractor. Ploughed straight and true like the hearts of those running, not like in France with their crooked ploughing and their dodgy Citroen engines (those Garlic Munching, Surrender Monkeys)
To complete the idyllic scene the runners even had a dog (Stella) Beautiful English name, padding along side.
After a cordial greeting we were off again. Young Basil Hawkins (another Beautiful British name) was soon up to another traditional country pastime (Poaching rabbits).
New Girl (Rachel) seemed to know what’s what, kept back behind the guys and only spoke to say how manly and strong we all looked! (Top Filly!)
At the Ale House, Jules (beautiful English name) set the correct tone for the ladies by ordering a SMALL glass of White wine (I’m sure she’s a nurse too!) Unfortunately the ambiance was spoilt by the odd Scrounger (sorry later comer) ordering a "Pint pot and a bottle of white wine with the top off!"
Special commendations go to Mark for telling his wife that she had to stay home and look after the kids, Presso for only drinking 3 pints and being half an hour late to pick his wife up from the station.
Susie for not invading Poland! John for wearing gloves (I think they were ladies gloves, after all we’re all ladies here!) And of course me "kitty master" (opening balance £80 closing balance £85). That’s good old British Sterling, not your "here one day gone the next", Euros.
Susie for not invading Poland! John for wearing gloves (I think they were ladies gloves, after all we’re all ladies here!) And of course me "kitty master" (opening balance £80 closing balance £85). That’s good old British Sterling, not your "here one day gone the next", Euros.
Well done all for keeping up.
Next week we meet for a 6.45 start from the Red Lion at Bradenham.
1 comment:
Shame none of us are young enough to be taken seriously for the 2012 Olympics (it's going to be a bit shit).... you had to be there to understand.
Credit: Al Murray's "The Pub Landlord’s Beautiful British Tour"
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