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Baptist was to pick the writer Derf and Lada up and ensure that we were in the far edges of the deepest, darkest west.  By the 6.15 start time we were thwarted one by Derf having some cold tinnies in a very handy position and by the extreme narrowness of the northwestern motorway and the black t-shirted hoons that live out that way, we put our black t-shirts on and attempted the trip listening to ACDC to ensure we looked the part.

We went left, left, left and left as Mustard has explained to us and finally came to Cable Road.  Toot had managed to keep all the other hash walkers together by offering them some nice, cold tinnies and we immediately set off up Cable Road tracing our way with little pieces of newspaper tied to trees.  It must have been quite difficult to tie them with the vehicle moving up hill and down.  We went until we found the local MP's property.  The road was tarsealed.  Every bugger has a dog out this way, the bark – they can't have any Police presence out in these western districts.

On with another left turn into School Road past this significant house.  Must have been Toot's MP's place and to the pit stop.  Lovely bus shelter facing north with views out over Herawai??? Valley and out to sea.  It had been pretty easy to this stage.  We could see Toot's house across a very deep forbidding valley with numerous streams and swamps.  We were off into the valley finding Toot's neighbour's horses, bulls, electric fences and fallen trees.

Balancing on small bits of Manuka across creeks is not one of my favourites but Derf had a fall and Mustard thought that he had been boofed and jumped in when he wasn't looking.  More crawling under electric fences and now for the uphill climb past the dam and up to Toots.  A quick wash to get the cow shit off body's extremities and were into the TV???? having found some under the Lion Red that the westies drink.  But we didn't find Toot's marijuana patch but he did have some lettuce on the table.

Mrs Toot and Miss Toot had certainly cooked up a beautiful piece of beef.  We did see one poor steer with one leg shorter than the other.  Wasn't sure whether this was from the steepness of Toot's property or the quick machete chop he gave for the feed.  …….. with radish sauce was exceptional and the food was great.  I thought Wilma was going to have Prosaic problems after the election and he probably is in the deepest, darkest Carrington mental home after the weekend.

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Tubba's Free French Fete
A celebration of all things Froggy

From:
The Petanque Place Thingy
Gribblehurst Park
6.15 pm, 7/12/99

The rules say that you must wear something that will cause innocent bystanders to immediately think of France – you know – snails, frogs, condoms (preferably on your head, not on the head of your …) etc etc.

Tubba would also like to extend a special invitation to the French Embassy and could you please bring Shakespear with you.