Wednesday, July 29, 2015

Run 1728 Road Runner North Britain

No hashers went astray on the run. Perhaps it helped that we were never more than a few blocks from the On On. What the run lacked in subtlety, it compensated with brevity.
There was a surprising appearance by an old hasher in Bones, and a less surprising one by Wet Spot.
The drink stop at the Barber's Shop featured the 4 Spencers.
 Down Downs at a good price.
Alls wells from SS travelling north and Dribbles who briefly, lived up to his name.
Mrs D had plenty of charges to offer on the occasion of her 450th, which was just as well as the Sergeant appears to require a longer run up to whet his creative juices. It would be fair to acknowledge that he had committed his one charge to memory.
At last Pusbucket to the rescue with one of his expansive charges. No cryptic punchline though, just something about setting runs in the plural.
A Normal run at the Grapes next week. Red Dress fundraiser and Black Tie coming up.

Tuesday, July 21, 2015

Run 1727 Num Num's MidYear Christmas Lazy Moe's

After a freezing weekend, it seemed appropriate to celebrate a winter festival.
Our Hare set a run to the west- foreign climes for many. Rowdy found the location so unfamiliar that he missed the generous drink stop. As we has also misplaced the Hash Horn somewhere in Lucas, perhaps the confusion was understandable.
All expected the drink stop to be held at the Hare's abode, but she aparently hasn't yet broken in the neighbours.
The stand-in-screw,Shafted, mused about a trail including Christine Avenue (aven't you) and Warwick Park.
Mountie did complete the run in a neon festive outfit.
 Fascinator had found a way to be paid for attending Hash by making it to the Tapas Day at Michael Unwin's on Sunday.
Num Num completed her 400th, Bait his 1200th and BP the majority of a year since her last birthday.
Songs included an ode to Fluid Movement and Rear Entry on the occasion of "The Slap".
Then to the christmas feast which the establishment seemed to decree gourmet.At Hash, speed and volume are the primary cullinary virtues.

Tuesday, July 14, 2015

Run 1726 Thai Sala Pavilion Hare Bent Nose

The Hash publicity machine went all out promoting the merits of the upcoming run.
 Unfotunately,only the late arrival of Fo Jo and Jack  barely swelled the number of runners above a handfull. The hardy walkers were led through the squalls by Bait.

We all set off, resolving to stay together. That plan had the predictable ourcome. Pebbles melodic work with the horn did locate the lagging runners- but no Dumb and Dumber. This master communicator had indeed tried to locate us at the drink stop by phone. Unfortunately, this plan relied on someone else also having one, so his arrival was largely accidental.
Down downs (produced magically by by the multi-talented BP) were conducted at the Masta Museum where Gilf found her horse's little sister.

Bubba is still learning the intricasies of run setting after 300 events.
SS, who views 50 year olds as "young blokes", was farewelled for his northern Odyssey.
The Screw seemed underwhelmed by the subtleties of the washed out trail despite her relief at the arrival of the adrift D&D.

The meals were at a discounted price but that did not reduce their  quality or volume.The Choirmaster and the Screw may not need to feed until midweek.

Christmas in July at Lazy Moe's next week.

Friday, July 10, 2015

6/7/15 Run 1725 Asian Night Spartacus

Not your normal night at Hash.

It was definitely NOT your normal Hash night. And that wasn’t because Normal wasn’t there. Or because the GM and the most important member of his committee – the Grog Master- weren’t there.

It was because Heavy wasn’t there.

And yet plenty of Hashers were there, including lots of old Hash friends. Everyone had their own reasons for coming, but I suspect it was in large part to acknowledge their lost friend, to be around others who were sharing that numbness we’ve all felt since Heavy’s death and to do what little they could to help Shafted and Little Evil bear their heavy load.

A thoughtful toast was proposed by stand-in GM Rowdy and then we proceeded out into the night.

For some reason the magnificent East figured largely in Spartacus’s trail. The runners seemed to head towards the West, but the sharper ones (the walkers) made a beeline to Heavy’s house looking for the drink stop.

Shafted had guessed the same possibility and had abandoned the runners to join the walkers. His absence caused Mountie some considerable consternation when she realised that he was not present at the railway station Hash Halt.

The Mass Debater was brooking no argument as he boldly took over the role of Walk Nazi from his missing mate Normal. Along the Yarrowee we went, following snippets of the trail, across the bridge at Queen Street, down an On Back and onto Humffray Street. Despite the fact we’d only gone a couple of kms Pauline felt the need to risk life and limb just to cut off a few metres by crossing over the road then  crossing back again.

The healthy, energetic walkers soon found the drink stop, under the verandah at the former Black Rhino, although Crock didn’t guess that some Eskis full of grog and ice might actually constitute a drink stop. The morbidly lazy Hashers had walked all the way from the Crazy Asian to the drinks, which 45 metres they must have found quite taxing.

Proving that simultaneous climaxes are quite difficult to arrange, the runners arrived at the scene about ten minutes later. Shafted had managed to be reabsorbed by the pack, a strangely disturbing concept.

A group hug in a circle beneath the Southern Cross gave us a few moments to reflect on what Heavy meant to us. That was followed by an inevitable “Beneath the Sothern Cross” chant and a spontaneous down down in Heavy’s memory.

Back at the crazy place down downs flowed like, well, light beer. The Precious one set two Hash records that should stand the test of time: youngest Hasher to reach 100 runs and only Hasher to have a water down down in his 100th. run mug.

All the welcome backs were welcomed back, which nearly used up the slab. The sergeant was his usual scintillating self, but I somehow forget the subject of his scintillating charges.

The food was a revelation in its own way. It brought to mind the only joke that Bad Hair Day has NEVER heard!

If the answer isinfatuation prick what is the question?      “How would you like those dim sims cooked?”

Those crazy Asians have apparently perfected the art /science of low temperature frying. Who knew you could do that?

Still there was plenty of food, there was plenty of noise and it turned out to be a good night.

But it still wasn’t your normal hash night and it’ll be some time before we get used to the new normal.


Wednesday, July 1, 2015

Run 1424 Old Colonist's Club Bad Hair Day

We were all stunned by the loss of Heavy during Monday's run. His loss will be keenly felt not only by his family and Sovereign Hash, but also by the wider Hash community.
There is to be a get-together on Thursday July 2nd at the Bunch of Grapes, Pleasant St from 6:00.