Flat as a Blueberry Pancake

A colleague who used to do PR for the Macau Grand Prix said that when Murray Walker would come for the commentary they’d always give him a challenge – a phrase to work into the commentary. One of these was “flat as a blueberry pancake”. He got it in without missing a beat after a driver was overtaken: “And he must be feeling flat as a blueberry pancake right now…” They don’t make them like that any more.

And that’s exactly what could be said about Stingray’s run at Mai Po. They don’t make them like that any more.

I can’t remember much about the trail because there was an office party that afternoon and after several margaritas – diluted by a couple of beers on the way to Mai Po – I was feeling no pain. I walked most of it. There were berms between ponds, there were roads, there were gravel tracks, there were villages, there was no elevation change. At one point my foot went precisely into a hole exactly the same size as my shoe and I went sprawling on my belly – flat as a blueberry pancake – while my torch skittered off into the nearest pond. After that it was easy.

The pack was getting back up to size as hashers returned from their summer breaks. GM2 Serbian Bomber led the circle. Also in attendance were Penile Dementia, Golden Jelly, Liberace, Eunuch, Catch Of The Day, One Eyed Jack, Dingaling, Sam and myself. The circle was one of those impromptu self-perpetuating things where nobody wanted it to end, until Golden Jelly stamped her little feet and said she had to get up in six hours. So off we went. – Golden Balls