The last run of the Daylight saving season, traditionally a commemorative run in memory of MIDNIGHT, one of Sovereign Hash’s long lost souls, (as opposed to the many current lost souls). ROWDY has manfully taken on both the opening and closing of AEDT but we would warmly welcome DRAMBUI and DOGGY BAG playing again.
Slatey Creek campsite has been so widely described by Parks Victoria as a freeby it is usually occupied by numbers roaming blue nomads…BUT this time there were few non-Hash retirees and no retired priests, as a mob of catholic school children had taken root they might squeal, much to SPENCE’S delight. There was an uncomfortable feeling in the group as their sort are often the BUTT of recriminatory jokes this day of dealing with the sordid past. So HHH abrogated our traditional ownership rights and forlornly abandoned all hopes of turning the little rotunda into our Hash Circle and we set up camp in a cosy clearing on the hill overlooking the creek and rotunda.
Fire site cleared, fire set, trailer of wood in place courtesy of the Hare. BBQ and generator positioned, it was time for the run and for HEAVY to kutifully set about changing the fkn staked tyre on SHAFTED’s blood bus.
A lazy arse self-nominated few set the fire alight and stood guard over the precious wood instead of embarking on the incredibly well set tight little bum run or even the sychronised walk. Anyway, we all came together as the sun set. (If it sounds idyllic, it was. There is something very satisfying about a night in the bush after a good sweat).
SOS presided over his last bush outing as GM for the second cumming term…will there be a turd cumming??? was the question on every ones lips.
Welcomes Back went out to SILIC and SQUIZZY both having been absent without a note although one had a Doctor’s Certificate.
Without youthful support he once again ceded to the elder brethren to help limp through drinking and singing St Kevin’s take it up the ask someone how it finishes, and other tactful delights. Untacktful was Unty Munty’s attack on an historic view of a stolen Drink Stop or two. I think it is fair to say she and SQUIZ didn’t see eye to eye. MOUNTY re-focussed to recite the Ode to MIDNIGHT And there was the one about LOIS squatting by a mine shaft and stumbling in, foolishly laying her heart on the table and stumbling in.
And just when you thought the night was waning and the sweat was drying out by the fire, some passing showers visited and the girls got wet again. Some were NUM, some were giggling, and some were moaning….about stolen drink stops again and falling in open holes.
Ahhhhhhh, nice quiet ales and reds by a toasty fire…….. can’t remember the rest!!