Tuesday, 27 March 2007


Flies, buzzing zubbing *****ing flies.

Signals the start of summer? It was close, sticky. The coach and the cracker had set a perfect trail, long but not too long; nice and flat and rock free, big spaces beween the trails. I enjoyed it anyway.
We named farty pants the Dancing Queen, or was it the other way around? Klipe set hinmself up for plenty of cooling buckets in the coming months for a mean spirited attack...lent must be taking its toll.
Nice to see a few old faces back.
Beans next week.
See you there.

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