Dad's Day this year found us anticipating hills but instead treated to an intricately convoluted route along the flat. It's hard for a hare to take us through completely unfamiliar territory in the Samford Valley, but our hares managed it. Well done!
Back home, some 28 of us retired to the hares' luxurious poolside setting for a 5-star dining (and drinking) experience. Many thanks, hares!
Young loungers:
And a sybaritic scene (look it up) complete with pole dancer:
The
Tight Jocks (awarded annually at this time to the
Dad of the Year) just get better and better as successive recipients add their personal touches to the original Family Jewels. Last year's winner,
Shaggy, has of course been wearing the garment religiously every day for the last 12 months and over that time has added some impressive bits of tackle. But, alas, all good things come to an end and it was time for him to pass on the venerable item to this year's winner - new, first-time grandfather
Budgie!
Stage 1 - the under-underwear transforming him into the spitting image of Michaelangelo's David:
Stage 2 - the full package:
And - look away now if you don't have a strong stomach - the Close-Up:
The crowning down, down:
Floater had been celebrating on social media her first ever home-grown asparagus spear (was the shape faintly suggestive, or was it just the Fathers' Day context that brought the thought to mind?):
Some online bargaining had followed, with
Shockjock agreeing to pay $6 for the exclusive rights to savour this virgin piece of produce! He was presented with his classily-packaged greenery in a special poolside ceremony:
In a further bit of Hash business, we conferred a name on a rugby-playing young man who has run and walked with us a number of times. Congratulations,
Loosehead! (And sorry that the photos didn't turn out....)
As usual at this time of year we swapped some excellent (that is to say, terrible) Dad jokes.
Shaggy's R. M. Williams story was probably too good a joke to count as a Dad one....
Now everyone will have their favourites, but this old blogger's palme d'or goes to
Cash Converta's
Q: What type of cheese can you use to disguise a horse?
A: Mascarpone.
with
Mile High's contribution as a runner-up:
Q: What did the old man say before he kicked the bucket?
A: I wonder how far I can kick this bucket.
Q: Why did the chicken cross the road?
A: It was roosting in the bucket.
Pure gold Dad jokes.
Next run details
When: Sunday 8th September, 4 pm
Where: Corner Buranda and Clear Mountain Roads, Clear Mountain.
A map!
Hares: Charcoal and Strine
On, on!
