Run 1956 from the Good Guys Car Park Hare Unknown
Melbourne Cup: The Race that stops a Nation......
.......also stops the Hash House Harriers.
Fifteen hardy souls turned up at the designated start; three runners ran a route in pleasant spring sunshine from the carpark, looping around the station precinct, through the Peel St underpass (where trail was found), along the Yarrowee to a Heavy stop, then back to the toilet block at the rear of the Old Colonists Club.
Shazza, The Bill, and Rowdy were denied entry to the Club after their meritorious run due to the lack of bow ties and high heels. Fortunately some of the Hash deigned to join them in the back lane under the shelter shed, shielded from the sudden arctic blast that appeared out of nowhere. Grog Master Half a Bar flaffed around for a while, enabling most to drink the down downs out of their Cooper stubbies, while the circle settled in to what was a lively and invigorating drink stop.
Fascinator was back but nobody noticed, Screw Shafted sang a love song to Dr Death, and both drank for arranging the evenings festivities.
Welcome to Phil "the cook" who somehow managed 8 down downs in about 6 minutes. Welcome back to Jitterbug, matching her only red shoes with a red bowler hat and almost pulling it off.
Jockeys (and we know who you are) all had a few charges together. No horses present, apparently; and it was VERY cold and wet at the time.
Mountie then took time off from choirmaster duties to be Sergeant.
1956, not to be confused with 1856,- Melbourne Olympics, Coronation of QE2, Old Col's Phil (and new runner Phil) born, Elvis first performed (Big) Hound Dog, Eurovision commenced.
Suzie's canal opened (then the red army invaded). Trains sorted their female passengers into 2nd and third class. Mountie, in a black kettle moment, charged all the other tarts present as being "no class".
Omen bet for The Cup went to Dr Death (#15, Magic Wand). Ladies present universally agreed.
Rowdy and Mrs D had a lovely pizza and pasta at Eureka pizza and pasta, washed down with a pleasant Italian sangiovese.
What happens at the Calcutta, stays at the Calcutta.
Next week's non bush run will be from the House of Hugo.
All invited.
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