I was just talking to myself and contemplating the next Monkey. Dirt Looney "Oh look, an email about upcoming Monkey Events" Dirty Laundry "Great should be another good day." Dirt Looney "Yeah, but look at that. Scribe report coming soon. Wonder who forgot to write anything" Dirty Laundry "It was you, ya bloody idiot" Dirt Looney "Ooh err... Sometimes my mind wanders and occasionally, as in this case, it fucks off completely!" So, nearly 2 months late I'll try to recall some stuff. The theme was "The King Monkey", but I think there was a general consensus that it was The Far-King Brutal Monkey. Those evil barsteward hares, Sperm Polluter and Unstable Load set a tortuous hilly trail for the 1st part. In my dilerium I recall being totally knackered and barely made it to the water stop, with my dehydration touretes in full flow. We were informed that the hard part was over, and it was a fairly easy jog to the C-site. They didn't say there would be no shade for the brutal 5km of baking sunshine. My touretes was in over drive and I tried to stay quiet so as not to be more of a post run twat than normal. I think everyone was suffering as was all huddle in the shade of a single tiny tree. Can't remember much about the events, but do recall Ballringer took a tumble and broke a pinky. Nurse Pussy Snatcher came to his aid amongst the bushes and was overhead saying "My that's an impressive gash you have". Eventually nearly everyone staggered in and a baht bus was dispatched to recover a few lost monkeys. All in all, a bloody good day. Far-King brutal, but excellent food and ample beers left us all in good spirits. On On, Dirt Looney