“I’m not doing it, I did it last time”, said Bitter! So as I was standing next to him and GM’s ‘blindfolded’ pointing nearly got me, here goes!

Did anyone notice that we started off at the wrong car park?! Well, everyone, that is, apart from the smart arse septics! So once we were all assembled in the same car park (all of us bar one of the hares, that is. Well, one of them had to be late!) we set off. Not only had our GM turned up but he knew the run number aswell. I won’t bore you with the route, mostly because I can’t remember, except that it was lovely, with sunshine and fields and rivers and two beer stops and nice biscuits  (Well, Bubbles thought so!) and rugby players and golf courses and a goat and some hills and some shiggy. No W/R splits today so Bitter couldn’t wimp out. At the fish hook I overheard Thunderdick talking about sheep shagging. Credit to him for being so open about his fetish, as was Bitter about his desire to wear a corset. Anyway, I digress. (Fascinating though, eh!).  The guesstimate mileage was about 7.  The r*n was never going to be short with Lurch in charge. There was a minor panic on when we got back to the right car park and the circle was shortened because the pub was going to stop serving food so whilst Cum Yak Yak modelled her new dress (aka jumbo sized T shirt that we haven’t been able to get rid of) Cyberseptic and White Noise gave a rendition of a song about your Dad jumping in a lake (‘Not sure if that was some kind of weird message to No More Cum?). So we did a quick change and got to the pub with a minute to spare and faced a grumpy woman who begrudgingly took our food order. It was yummy, though. Full member certainly appeared to be enjoying getting his mouth round his!

On on to tomorrow night in Heysham...