R*n 302: Kirkby Lonsdale

Highway and Chemical Alley left their better halves in the car and they were so bored waiting for their lunch; Speedbump got blisters but like a true hasher just kept going through the pain, whereas Minor TWAT got blisters and got a lift back from the beer stop – oh dear! Baldbrick left chalky messages for Morticia round the trail and Lurch gave him a good kicking; Bubbles managed to stay with the pack, unlike yesterday when he did a disappearing act in the bluebell woods (don’t ask!); Harry and Forever Blowing just had to put up with him hanging around and looking like sh*t! Twisted had a good old moan about her hormones, blamed absolutely everything on them, no wonder Bitter walks at the back – or is that because he’s a lazy bugger like me! Master baker and Bitter had a ‘conversation’ in their own unique gobbledegook language, sounded every bit like cases for the quilted wallpaper. Dormouse and Speedbump were early for a change, or were they late for the full moon yesterday?! Major Twit had a training session for her ‘big one’ that she was touting for sponsors for in the pub – good luck for that MT. Wednesday was dragged along by her parents when all she wanted to do was lie in bed, Sir Tom Tom, whilst laying trail, said that if they ran out of cow pats to put flour on he’d have to do one himself! Nice! Anyway, the r*n, yea it was great. I was asked to scribe, and as I was at the back and I said I’d make something up, so that’s more or less what I’ve just done!

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