Another (urban) Bush Run: and no, Double Pay wasn’t lost: he was just inspecting his property portfolio!

A pretty good crowd for a Tuesday evening, numbering about 30, including a good many visitors, were assembled in the Miller Lane car park behind Cammeray’s shopping drag, for the 6.30 start of NEXT WEEK’s urban bush walk/run.

I wasn’t sure if he was live-hareing, because he appeared to pop up at strategic locations, at least during the first 20 minutes or so, during which the run cross-crossed the freeway and then proceeded to steadily descend, losing altitude so much that I thought my ears might pop, along with my arthritic joints! Seems he was just making sure the walkers and runners reconnected at the same location.

As a result of a consistent nagging sciatic pain I found myself walking mainly at the back of the pack, in the sporadic company of DOUBLE PAY, ON YER BIKE and KIRRILY. Once the green oasis surrounded by suburbia was reached, at the start of the Flat Rock Gully Walking Track, I must confess I was quite relieved that SQUEAKY CLEAN had chosen to sit this one out: as a walkers trail it was a bit of an obstacle course, better suited to mountain goats, and it would not have been good to have had him careering down steps again, given the mishap that befell him the previous week during CURTSEYING’s eventful Sutho bush Run.

ON YER BIKE reported to the RA at the bucket that DOUBLE PAY resorted to crossing the creek at the bottom of the valley on his (scuffed) knees, which begs the question of whether he should perhaps now be renamed ON YER KNEES..? At least he wasn’t doing so in the company of ME KNOB, or we might be looking at a renaming of ON YER KNOB. But I digress!
In point of face ME KNOB was one of a number of athletes that overtook the walkers at the start of the Rock Gully Walking Track, with others including STARBOARD, FETCHIT, LADY DI and AFTERBIRTH, and although their calls could be heard through the woodlands, not a sight was seen of any of them until the bucket.

The stone steps across the stream that DOUBLE PAY opted to cross by knee (cue Bono!) looked like they were out of a Robin Hood movie set, and one sort of expected Little John and Robin to appear and have a tussle, before both splashing into the stream. Just beyond the steps was a mini ‘stone henge’, which also could’ve fitted into a Robin Hood set, or perhaps a King Arthur & the Knights of the Round Table set, but which presumably were placed there by Willoughby Council for picnickers or kids on school nature walks.

From that point onwards it was upwards all the way. First up to that park below the fake Medieval bridge, and then clambering up the very steep incline that I thought would bring me out on that street where the residences of LITTLE HUN & Sue, and WALKING DISASTER are located, but didn’t, and then it proceeded to go down hill again, past the building in DOUBLE PAY’s property portfolio that had once been home to, I think, ROCKY, Marita and BIG NOSE, amongst others. It was whilst inspecting this, and an abandoned Range Rover that appeared to have been dumped on said property, that DOUBLE PAY got delayed, prompting worries that a MONGREL-style search party might be needed to be sent out.
Incidentally, it seems that MONGREL escaped a down-down for his Sutherland bush antics this week: could that perhaps be belatedly rectified this coming week at CHIMNEY’s Joint Run in Marriqueville?

On the topic of CHIMNEY, he and KIRRILY assumed they’d be arriving at the bucket ahead of DOUBLE PAY and ON YER BIKE, having overtaken them on the descent into the gully, and not having been passed by them later, but mysteriously ON YER BIKE was already there, while DP hobbled in, from a different direction, about 15 minutes after their arrival. SHOES and visitor PHILOMENA had left their gear in CHIMNEY’s car, and reported that they’d been shivering at the bucket for a full 25 minutes before the Scribe pitched up with his car keys, and seemingly a number of other front runners had been in for that length of time too.

I have no recollection of any of the down downs, cos I missed them, though I did get one myself at the end, though I can’t recall why, and I think DOUBLE PAY got one too. I also missed the run rating but let’s belatedly award it a 9.99. It was a great urban bush run. Not sure if that’s higher or lower than the figure quoted on the night by whoever gave the run report!
It was then on after the bucket to the North’s Club, where a bit of a bottle neck occurred at the sign in, as everyone present needed to be signed in as a guest of NEXT WEEK (or, it later transpired, LAUNDROMAT’s, who’s also a member). Food servings were large, and speedily served, and in a slight breaking of Covid protocol we all appeared to be served at one large table, which will not be the case at Royal Marriqueville, where table sizes will be a maximum of 10.

The Scribe found himself enjoying the company of PHANTOM, KIRRILY, TWIN DICKS and CHUCK, as well as three kayaking friends of Chucks, called ROXY, from El Salvador, CASSIA, from Brazil, and CATHY from, I think, Lilyfield! And thus ended the evening’s proceedings.

Thanks for a scenic and damned energetic run, NEXT WEEK, and for reminding me that there’s a bit of urban bush that can easily be incorporated into the Joint Run this coming week! On On CHIMNEY.


HAL has already sent out a reminder about aforementioned upcoming Joint Run, but could I just suggest, if this is sent out on Sunday, rather than Monday, that there’s still time to pre-order your pizza, to avoid a wait, if you were to email the Scribe this evening (and perhaps on Monday morning too): there’ve been about 10 orders received thusfar.

Most of the funnies sent by MOTHER’s buddy at the Casuarina Hash this week weren’t really very funny, so I’m only including one, on a yodeling theme.

If the Scribe ever pulls out his finger and extends his personal blog , (in which he is Charlie Johnson), by a few decades from his early school days, on which he’s currently stuck, to the book that he set off to write about the coastline of Europe in 2004, there’s quite a funny story to be told about yodelers, in Tromsø, Norway, but for now this is a Swiss Alpine yodeling tale..


Have you ever wondered how yodelling began?
Many years ago a man was travelling through the mountains of Switzerland. Nightfall was rapidly approaching and he had nowhere to sleep. He went up to a farmhouse and asked the farmer if he could spend the night. The farmer told him he could sleep in the barn.As the story goes, the farmer’s daughter asked the father, “Who is that man going into the barn?”
“That fellow is travelling through,” said the farmer “and needs a place to stay for the night, so I told him he could sleep in the barn.”
The daughter said “Perhaps he is hungry.” So she prepared him a plate of food and then took it to the barn.
About an hour later, the daughter returned, her clothing dishevelled and straw in her hair. Straight up to bed she went.
The farmer’s wife was very observant. She then suggested that perhaps the man was thirsty. So she fetched a bottle of wine, took it to the barn, and she too did not return for an hour. Her clothing was askew and her
blouse buttoned incorrectly.
She also headed straight to bed.
The next morning at sunrise the man in the barn got up and continued on his journey, waving to the farmer as he left.
When the daughter awoke and learned that the visitor had gone, she broke into tears. “How could he leave without even saying goodbye,” she cried. “We made such passionate love last night.”
“What?” shouted the father as he angrily ran out of the house looking for the man, who by now was halfway up the mountain.
The farmer screamed up at him “I’m going to get you. You had sex with my daughter.”
The man looked back down from the mountainside, cupped his hand next to his mouth and yelled out …


On a yodeling theme, perhaps not every club member had the opportunity of witnessing Romania’s rap/yodeling mash-up at the 2017 Eurovision Song Contest, held in Kiev, Ukraine..? It would seem heartless to deprive you of the experience..


There follow a few photos from the run, featuring DOUBLE PAY and KIRRILY, and a couple or so memes/cartoons to mark the transition from insanity to sanity in the USA this week.. On-On.