HASH TRASH BALI HHHII
BUKIT JATI MAY DAY 2021
Mayday May day – no; not an international call from a sinking ship or errant aeroplane or distressed Hen-House Harrier – nor anything to do with socialist and labour demonstrations. A hint of sportive activity perhaps. A loud declaration of its being the very first day of the merry month of May. Oh, it’s red flags and up the workers is it? Where are these people? Well, there was a maypole with a lantern on top and a beer jug below, and YWGMH skipped round it, apron bulging with nuts. But I thought only girls were supposed to do that. Pretty girls with frocks and garlands and posies and beribboned tresses streaming. Here we come gathering nuts in May on a cold and frosty morning. Whose nuts shall we gather today? How about BOUNCING CZECH’s? He was the Hare, bably assisted by NO DEPOSIT. Indeed, a fine pair. And who more suitably disposed than those with Bukit Jati within bottles hurling distance of their backdoor?
There was more than one nigger in the teak-hill however. Two other mobs had laid paper in the area, and BOUNCING CZECH had devised tricoloured – predominantly blue, white and red Czech bendera – bumph in ribbons like those bedecking the May Queen as opposed to inchoate blobs previously festering. It was difficult to judge the efficacy of such provision, since no one – not even an SCB – got back within the hour. Usual postmortems – they do go on – but no unhappiness expressed. Truck piled high with kegs wangled FOC courtesy of WORM and HORNY HERRING who now Beer Master. I believe we disposed of 31 in celebrating Mayday, Queen of the May, and darling rosebuds, not to say
patron Saints Days James and Philip, and the long-awaited return of SEX ON THE DESK. Good one. And finally YWGMH&S NICE GIRLS’ candles, Desa Timbul wayyup there again next Saturday. If you missed HANDJOB’S paragon on April 10, two more totally divergent virgin lays promised, so be there, and I’ll see you then. Bloody marvelous.
ON ON ….