Wham, bang, thank you ma'am!

As advertised yesterday's erection lasted all of 5 minutes, with the incumbent GM fighting off stiff challenges from the Cube and a piece of tarot root, to assume the reins of power (POWER! POWER! POWER!) for a third successive year. R2D2 valiantly stepped up to take over the Hash Cash job from Stick Insect who, as there was no one else available, was immediately appointed as the new hare raiser. So this year's committee is exactly the same as last year's  - only the titles have changed!

Having got that out of the way in double quick time, the run that followed was almost as quick, with the first runner reportedly home in about 50 minutes, which was a snip for a 6k run with 240m of ascent reaching 180m on 3 occasions, and including at least 2 checks that were reported to be "challenging". The 4.3k short run was completed in the right direction by only one runner, R2D2 with the remainder of the short pack turning round at the base of the hill and coming home the way they went out. Som nom na! To make up for their failure, Only a Yolk short cut down the hill more or less where the short run should have gone up it, so doing the run in reverse. Somehow she managed to escape being iced by the new GM. Hmmmm.
The circle was enlivened by the gift of beer including another case of the "black acid" Royal Stout from Malaysia with a kick like a donkey's dingle. Fond farewells were said to Short Screw, Buck and Flowerpot Man and Meal's on Wheels new mutt was named Mop. There was an on after at Thung Jaeng at which the vernacular contingent locked themselves in the karaoke room while the farangs and Temporary Relief (who must have had a sore throat) played silly games involving drinking large amounts of beer.