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THREE COOKS DO NOT SPOIL THE HAUTE CUISINE
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Arriving home I was greeted by the traditional question, "How was it?" "Too short", I growled, and had my bath. At the lunch table the company with one voice repeated the question. "Too short", I grunted; but before I lost their attention I continued "Ah, but you should have seen the refinement! A saki stop, with sushi; and then when we got in any amount of Japanese delicacies, all most tastefully laid out, presented, and served. A feast for the eye and for the palate." "Aaah!" they said.
Perhaps this is the recipe for true hashing? The simplest possible of trails - we just ran a left-hander up to the Telegraph station and down again; though the first check had its solution so far from the check circle that Tako Belle had to give the game away and mark it through. (We were standing on the A3, so nobody could have heard a call even if the flour had been found). Soon enough we were back on the road where the car park stands - an assignation point for gay men, it seems - crossed it, and reached but did not use some open country.
Well, Herr Flick and GG did, disappearing into people's houses and gardens, which generated the remarkable remark "Time for some judicious trespassing". But the rest of us went back into the woods and stayed there. And were back home in 55 minutes, even including the saki stop. Ceteris paribus it would have merited a right roasting from an aggressive GM; but (a) nowadays our GM is as mild as a lamb, and (b) the cetera were not pares. (Since I know no Japanese, you get Latin in this report). How could anyone denounce such courteous and generous hosts? Ignore the fine fare? Perish the thought, or, if you prefer, Fiat justitia ruat coelis. ("Fair is foul but fowl is fare".......)
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So here is a message for future hares: mutatis mutandis you too can escape the cavils of a querulous pack by laying on similar civilities. It just means rising to the heights of a cordon bleu menu with each trail. And indeed Hare Eater celebrated her birthday on this occasion by offering Bakewell tarts as our just desserts. (In last week's report I forgot to thank Lord Raleigh for providing nibbles on his birthday.)
There is so little to be said of the trail, a mere stroll round Bolder Mere, that you now get goings-on at the Circle, et hoc genus omne. (I assure you that all these tags are part of an average English vocabulary, or so my dictionary claims.) Atalanta mischievously asked, coram populo, whether this was the right moment to return my pyjamas.... readers are now invited to invent an innocent explanation. (Oh yes, there is one!) As RA we had - hold your breaths - Five Year Old Shit, making up for missed chances in the past. He is a paper and pencil man, so the GM gave him both, to remove any excuse for declining, but I challenge anyone there to recall what he said; except that his victims included Sister Anna and Featherlite, in one case for not asking for computer advice. (Are we allowed negative reasons for a down-down? Facile est inventis addere; please supply the rest of his text from your own fertile minds, preferably at less length. Praise for getting it right is expressed as "rem acu tetigisti", which is usually more than can be said for SH3 GMs or indeed SH3 RAs, including, as I readily admit, your very humble scribe
FRB ON ON!
Suggestions are invited for a handle to give the third man, Kosuke Nakada. His compatriot offers "Mining Brew" - or did I mishear?!
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