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.

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.

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 100^th. 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 is “infatuation 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.

 

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.

22/6/15 Hare Pus Bucket Grapes Hotel

With the Hare back from the Far East it was no surprise that the run omitted 3 points of the compass.
Mountie now attends funerals to canvas drink stop venues. We should all follow suit as Jim and Kate set a new high mark in catering.
There was again an attempted insurection during the walk. The Kiwis seem to be involved again.
Glider deputised magnificently as Grogmaster.
We all toasted Joy on Spencer's behalf. That makes three mums lost to Hash recently.
SS employed some subtle algebra to characterize a run as palindromic.
Those who had ignored the Pope's directive to all car pool were noted.
Lois told a couple of Hash jokes which covered most orifices.
Fascinator observed that the late arrival of the fish warranted  renaming of the species to BarraTuesday. He then topped this by winning the raffle - a bottle of wine. Sort of coal to Newcastle.
He is becoming unintentionally funny.

1722 Royal Mail Cris Cros

All the ingredients of a top run.
Novelty: exploring the under-appreciated Ballarat West
Topicality:We were embroiled in the marriage equality debate
Drink Stop Excellence: Runners and walkers coincided with much grog left over. This latter aspect was aided by Shafted's inability to find us.
Prompt Food Service: No waiting for excellent pub food.
Armchairs  and a fire for the less mobile hashers.
Most of the run took in our iconic Yarrowee. The hare had prepared a warning for a particularly treacherous stretch. Of course Mountie fell over before we got there.
Runners safety was ensured as they were escorted through St James school by security.
Bob was welcomed as a new runner. More discord amongst the walking clan.
Rear Entry returned and was advised to protect his reconstructed innards in the likelihood of  overly humourous charges.
Her Vag and Plucka have run 100 times altogether.
An attachment depicting Normal in groping mode was found to be difficult to delete so do not open at work -especially on my bosses computer. Thanks Rowdy. More work for the IT bloke.
Fluid Movement made an early bid for the Tight Arse award by hitting the bain-marie early.
Hash Cash had been apprehended during the week, making off with a charity tin. Well done to those carrying out the citizen's arrest.

Run 1721 Queen's Birthday- Mountie's Republican Run

A truly aristocratic run, taking in Queen St, King St and Princes St, all in honour of Liz on a day made more regal by America Pharoah taking the the Tripple Crown.
 Many hashers away at the footy or the other East.
FM and SS had represented our culture at a Celtic festival.
The walk proved too precarious for Mrs D, who fell off the footpath.
Fill in screw,Shafted, presented an invisible tribute to the" lonely "Hare to the tune of the anthem.
Next week at the Royal Mail.