Putting a new meaning into "hand job": An accomplice skillfully prepares the 4,000 paper squares (500 sheets x 8 pieces each) for tomorrow's run. Note the charming light lilac color, so fitting for a perfect spring day. We owe a debt of gratitude to Egghead, formerly Eggafi, coming out of the closet with his Every Woman's Encyclopedia, and showing us just how far we have strayed from the original values of this activity we practice every Saturday.
I know that I'm personally taking it to heart, and I hope you will see the results tomorrow. No distant, macho runsite like Punnakan Road. While I couldn't find any hedges or fences as Every Woman recommends, there are a number of ditches. The hills are moderate in number and height. The length -- well, a gentleman doesn't speak of such things, but suffice to say that it should well satisfy all appetites.
Hand Job has been provided with a recipe for scones, which I trust will take the place of the usual som tam, and we're hoping that the Beer Bitch can be persuaded to serve tea instead. We have a few light hymns ready to sing after the run, perhaps under the direction of Mr. Stick Insect. We eagerly hope for the long-awaited demonstration of Morris Dancing by Mr. Egghead. And, as dusk falls, we look forward to a magic lantern show by Mr. Ganyao, late of Singapura, on the subject of his recent journey to China. Having been some days in preparation, a splendid time is guaranteed for all.
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