Hash Trash 1539
27 January 2013 MACTILDA HASH – in honour of Robert Burns’s birthday and Australia Day

Venue: Bongoyo Island
Hares: BagOBones, Panty Pockets
GM: Cockroach
RA: Shaggy Haggis (dressed in a grotesque onesie provided by his Mum – as in “He may be a joy to his Mother, but he’s a ….”)

Another triumph of mismanagement. One screw-up on the transport (last year) might be unremarkable, but to make exactly the same mistake again this year denotes incompetence of the very highest order. How we keep on delivering Bongoyo Hashes of this consistent quality is truly amazing. It’s a sure sign that your mismanagement has natural talent in this area, so if you are planning an event, a wedding, a barmitzvah, or a circumcision ceremony perhaps, please think of us – and don’t have any of us involved in anything to do with it. Bongoyo Cathedral was packed for the Annual Service of Re-Dedication, with Cardinal Bones officiating, and Panty Pockets reading the First Lesson. Sadly, no Aussie attended, but Jocks were ten a penny (which is overvaluing them in my view, Ed). The singing of the hymn (No. 69 Hashing Mactilda) raised the roof. It was a wet walk back along the beach, but fortunately SharkKiller wasn’t with us this year.

The Circle was in the sea, complete with salty Safari Down Downs, a general lack of control (the sea turning a yellow colour), far too much sex, and the Hashit going to Nuts$Lurve on the very reasonable grounds that time for her to have it is running out. In the absence of the usual regalia it was decided that she should wear the RA’s onesie. It took five hashers (all men, needless to say) to grope her into it underwater, but we succeeded – and then she looked even cuter than Sparkle.

The skirl of the bagpipes sent many tourists scurrying to the wash room, but the cognoscenti knew that it heralded the arrival of the warm, reekin’, rich, free-range, haggis. BlowJob (the Piper) assured me that, despite the sound his bagpipes makes, no animal was harmed in the making of his instrument. And his mate HandJob (the Drummer) insisted that his instruments are not made from foreskins. As always, the Harriettes won the tug-of-war, and I think Hitler won the welly-wanging - to the glory of the Third Reich. Some creep tried to cheat and filled his welly with sand in order to give it more gravitas – it sank to the bottom and was never seen again. The GM has promised a full independent inquiry into what went wrong with the welly-wanging, so that mismanagement can learn lessons from it and ensure that this tragic event is never repeated. In the meantime we just have to hope that the owner of the welly loses a leg.

On On
BoB

Hash Trash 1540
28 January 2013
Venue: Jackies Bar
Hares: Second Cumming, Cockroach, Still Can’t Get It Up Adam
GM: Cockroach
RA: Shaggy Haggis

This Hash was a long time ago, and all I can remember about it now was that there were two beer stops. My notebook however has a better memory. Gary Glitter said that the trail was far too hilly, there were not enough beer stops, and that it wasn’t wet enough. Bushbanger said the walk was very nice (sic) apart from the large crevice – whose crevice this was and whether it was front or back we never found out. NWH will also be from the Second Cumming stable – come on Hashers let’s have a trail out of you.

The GM called Wounded Knee and Nurse Ratched unsung heroes of the MacTilda Hash for using their Yellow Submarine for ship-to-shore communications when the GM had got so fed up of people bombarding him with complaints that he had switched his mobile off. As always, the RA made the most of the lost property – some Hashers seemed to be taking a fancy to other Hasher’s keys – but we have never had a mask and snorkel left behind before – someone said it belonged to a Frenchman, to which Wet Dream responded “Yeh – a frogman”. You know, French and frogs – frogmen – -aw, forget it. Bushbanger and Easy Let were taking it in turns to goose the RA, and he must have liked it, because he let them go unpunished. Squirrel was in trouble for falling over in a blatant attempt to steal Wounded Knee’s name. There was a lot of loose talk from certain Harriettes about tampons, or it might have been talk about loose tampons – my notebook is not very clear on the matter. Slappa, Just Dames, and Inspector Gadget were hauled up for talking on their mobiles – a point of information here: it is not illegal (yet) in Tanzania to use a mobile while hashing, but you could get done under Section 69 (iv)(f) for ‘hashing without due care and attention’. Miscreants were made to take their Down Downs in Atholl Brose – which the RA assured them had been strained through Panty Pocket’s panties overnight – despite this it still looked and tasted remarkably like snot.

Candidates for Hashit this week including Bushbanger for phone sex, Just Patrick for being inappropriately dressed (despite Hash T-shirts being available) and Aieeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee for wimping out on the run after the first check. On this occasion Hashers didn’t have the courage to award the Hashit to one of the fair sex (sic) so it went to Just Patrick by default. And the Circle ended with the singing of Swing Low Sweet Chariot.

On On
BoB

Hash Trash 1538 (beware of imposters)
21 January 2013
Venue: The Cock Hospital
Hares: Cock Dr, Boxer, Panty Pockets
GM: Cockroach
RA: Shaggy Haggis

Boxer told us the trail was 5k long. He lied. Boxer is a fit guy, but what was the yellow liquid he was drinking on the run - drugs? piss? beer? Next weeks Hash, to be hosted by Second Cumming, will be smack on the 5k limit and more devious. We shall see. Sparkle sang to us – “Sharon and Boxer sitting in a tree …” which ended with Sharon being both up the tree and up the duff. Out of the mouths of babes…. Sparkle has reached the grand old age of seven, so we sang Hashy Birthday back to her. There was plenty of lost property, including a rusty key which the RA was sure must fit a harriette’s chastity belt. Slappa was overheard telling someone “I haven’t had it for years” but it turned out that this was a reference to the Hashit (no, really Ed).

Just Ballsome paid the traditional penalty for coming to the Hash all the way from the Lebanon in new shoes (you didn’t know there was a traditional penalty for coming to the Hash all the way from the Lebanon in new shoes? – shame on you) – rather harsh treatment for a Virgin (for such he was) methinks. Returnees explained their absence variably as “Zambia shopping PicknPay, Pissed in Ireland, Hashing in Aberdeen, and Minding General’s privates.” The serious business of deciding who merited the Hashit kicked off with nominations for Cock Dr (for taking a crap on the trail) and Slappa (for washing the Hashit regalia) but then degenerated rapidly - Inspector Gadget hurled mean-spirited accusations of Hashit regalia abuse at the Cock Dr, and she hurled them back with a vengeance, and added a few of her own. By rights they should have both got it, but the GM, probably fearing that the Cock Dr might retaliate by adding laxatives to our food, awarded it to Inspector Gadget. As in all the best Circles we ended by singing Swing Low Sweet Chariot.

On On
BoB

HASH TRASH
Run number: 1537
7 January 2013 @ Arizona Grill
Hares: Cockroach, Shaggy Haggis, Wet Dream

Nutcracker said it was soft, short and sweet, but it was unclear if she was talking about Wet Dream’s bottom or the walk. Dumbfooch failed to mention how lost the runners were as an excuse for how they came tricking into the OnIn.

Two blackberries, a phone and keys were forgotten (three of these items by the same lady!) and the GM egregiously forgot the keys to the beer truck. AC/DC forgot something too, but I’ve forgotten what it was. At this point, what appeared to be bodily fluids flooded the circle, and Just James (blue) was volunteered as health and safety officer. Just James (green) added to the puddle with new shoes, which conveniently for him would not hold water – nor would his socks. Nutcracker served as hash cleaner and managed well, but was outdone later by Inspector Gadget when both Arusha-sha-sha and Mother Nature added to the slippery mix.

TakaTracka, Just James the green, Slappa and Rock Climber were caught in misdemeanors of wiggling, enticing children, showing compassion to Salty Gonads and jumping in shit. Returnees were Cock Dr., Inspector Gadget, Just James the blue, Slappa, DumbAss, LateCumer. LittleMG is departing and drank with her parents to a hashy rendition from The Sound of Music.

Visitors and Virgins:
-- Rug Rat, from Edinburgh (that explains the Scottish pants), brought by Shaggy, with NO FSP (or no sex? Or just no to the RA?)
-- Just Jackie and Just Chris (a former GM unwilling to divulge his has name?) from Hong Kong, brought by SquireL and Nutcracker with FSP of 22.
-- Billie, who was led astray by Little MG, is from Denmark, and has FSP of Chinese jumping frog (to the chagrin many, no demonstration)
-- Bruno, a sailor friend of Nutcracker’s, 69
-- Chris, from SA, enticed to the hash by Cock-a-holic

Shaggy Haggis and Up and Adam were serenaded with Hashy Birthday, and that couple whose secret to marriage is WetDream and bOOgiebOObs were brought into the circle for their anniversary.

Hash Shit nominees were Cock Dr, Cockaholic, Just James and Cockroach. Despite the fact that (a) the GM proudly wore the gear from the previous week, (b) his violations included losing the hashers and forgetting the key to the beer truck, and (c) there are no rules on the hash, in a twisted interpretation of the rules, the innocent Wounded Knee was awarded the gear. He didn’t get too much sympathy later when he privately admired the hash gear a little too much and boasted that he’d never been Dar HHH Shit before.

The circle ended with a teaser about the MacTilda Hash on Sunday, 27 January around Bongoyo and the traditional hymn. Good burgers served at real tables made for a comfortable end to the night.

Next Week’s Hash – hosted by Inspector Gadget, his dog Brain and a couple of birds at the Inspector’s house near Collosseum.
Nurse Ratchet

RUN No : 1535
DATE  : MON 31 December 2012
VENUE : The Magic Castle
HOSTS : MagicFingers and CGIUAnadam
HARES : ShaggyHaggis and CGIUAA
GM : CockRoach
RA : ShaggyHaggis
Another attempt to subvert the course of hashing with an early start .. succeeded. At 4.15 no less, the select pack was away on a run which EnemaQueen found to be brilliant (easily pleased harriettes are popular I hear) but maybe she referred to the blazing beating blinding sweat inducing SUN. SwissArmyWife was deputised by MagicFinger who didn’t actually leave the Castle and therefore thought the walk was a mysterious blur.

The GM recapped 2012 noting the loss of Headgasket, the two hashy weddings, and that TruncheonMuncher had been abusing vegetables earlier. As an exGM from AbuDhabi TM needed the support of all GMs, so CockRoach took the opportunity to mention that he would host the first 2013 run from Arizona Grill. WetDream also being conveniently awakened by the ‘ALL GMs’ call was asked to say a few words. Bravely overcoming his well known reluctance to be centre stage, he thanked the MisManagers for the regular, ordered and well publicised MMC meetings, as well as thanking them for the many weekend away runs arranged during the year. The GM and the RA were invited back into the circle and saluted with a Safari downdown each.

Having got Shaggy in, he was left to take over proceedings, which included GaryGlitter redesigning gateposts, BadLuckBitch and JustDeborah for sex OTH, and SirLanceAlot and SwissArmyWife for being dead ringers (no idea why I wrote that, maybe you remember).

After a premiere of ‘Äway on a Dar Hash’ (allegedly but unconvincingly sung to the tune of Away in a Manger), the returnees BananasInPajamas (with two working legs after a motorcycle incident), EnemaQueen after a sojourn in Bagamoyo, and Hitler after ... enemy action? were noticed to be back in the circle. Somehow this caused two bottles of bubbly to be popped and countercirculated whilst the circle attempted AuldLangSyne .. not a pretty sight .. more swigging than jigging.

JustDeborah was understandably excited at the prospect of being presented with a hash name but then cruelly let down after the lengthy list of offered monikers were deemed too blase and unfitting .. to be resumed at a later circle, ruled the GM. However, as the food was still in Gasper’s car somewhere nearby, the CockRoach decided that JustLindsey should be similarly provoked. After some deliberation it was democratically decided that she should give up her bland and boring current name for something with class which would reflect her deep intellectual attitude to life and our total respect for her. Having been informed of her loathing of roaches, drink a Welcome to CockaHolic.

The HashShit was contested between BayWatch, LittleMG and CockRoach (WetDream insisted that as Babu he’s entitled to propose the GM). WD gave the explanation that his nomination was that the highest honour should go to the GM in recognition of the outstanding leadership and organisational ability shown during 2012. This was resoundingly thirded fourthed and fifthed by the circle and CockRoach was so honoured.

On the subject of organisation, despite starting at 5.15pm and the best of intentions, the circle still took over an hour ... but we had to wait for the food .... SLSC led to a feast for the hungry (for those who are used to eating early or were slipping in a snack to keep them going until midnight revels).
New Year’s resolution = hash diligently and honestly every week ... unless offered a real life.
SquireL

Hash Trash 1534
24 December 2012
Venue: REDACTED
Hares: Just Chelsey, Wounded Knee, Nurse Ratched
GM: Cockroach
RA: Shaggy Haggis

Rich Hashers bawling out Carols in a poor, predominantly Muslim, part of town wasn’t perhaps the most culturally sensitive thing, but the Christmas spirit was flowing and it felt good. As always, the local kids enjoyed our presence. Maybe the marking was a bit flaky (had the Embassy run out of secrets to shred?) but the trail was a fine effort from a Virgin Hare – we look forward to many more from this stable. Notwithstanding this, Bumtitty, when called upon to pass judgement brought forth a long list of complaints (querying the accuracy of the GPS used, amongst others) before ending with “otherwise it was quite good.” One of our more pedestrian Hashers, BadLuckBitch, commended the lack of piddles and puddles.

NWH on New Years Eve will be a funtasia at Still Can’t Get it Up Adam’s place on Chole Road. AC-DC was pressed into service as his lookalike. The RA announced that the protocol for the night was left-handed drinking, and who better to enforce this but Truncher Muncher (aka Missing in Action, Collateral Damage, and REDACTED).

Harriettes who had been mislaid, because they were yakking and hadn’t taken notice of where they were going, included Boogie Boobs, Desperate, Just Noldi and Truncher Muncher. They were made to drink a down down, but this was only the first of their many humiliations during the evening. Nutcracker was caught slurping a lollipop from her right hand – some people never learn. So many Virgins – and most of them made to come by that doyenne of the missionary position, Just Rose. Two US army guys, Just Justin and Just Bud, claimed a joint FSP – the Eiffel Tower. It is amazing how enlightened the Army has become, but I am surprised that the Commander in Chief did not draw the line at them participating in the relay race that followed – in which the mislaid Harriettes on all fours orally transferred a common vegetable spurting REDACTED from between the lubricious REDACTED of one Grunt to another. Meanwhile Truncher Muncher was threatening to strip search all the men to find her truncheon (I am reliably informed that she came upon it a few hours later).

Those in the frame for Hashit included Nutcracker and Ewe Shagger (not treating the goings-on in the Circle with the proper respect) Nurse Ratched as represented by AC-DC (for losing Harriettes on the walk) and Castrato (for wearing a tie to the Hash). Not much doubt there then and so it came to pass that we all sang SLSC.

On On
BoB

*Mismanagement would like to make it clear to all those secret watchers and listeners out there that no-one Second Decked during this Hash.

Hash Trash 1533
17 December 2012
Venue: The Lactation Center
Hares: Gary Glitter, Just Jeff, Panty Pockets
GM: Cockroach
RA: Shaggy Haggis
Santa: Boxer

Well-worn territory but a cunning run nonetheless –with optional diversions for hard men (no takers) moderately firm hashers (some takers) and the cream crackered (yours truly et al). Some folk also walked.

The Circle kicked off with the singing of the “And the Hares….. “ which this week included the refrain “She sucked on her Fanta, as she rode on Mr Santa.” NWH is a top-security, for your eyes only affair, and information about where and when it is will only be made available on a strictly need –to –know basis. If you think you really need to know, give your name (real and Hash name), nationality, and FSP to Rock Climber or Panty Pockets (if you haven’t already done so) – and you will be subjected to invasive background checks during which all your dirty little secrets will be revealed to the Hash mismanagement. How exciting is that! There is a pool at the undisclosed location, so you may wish to come prepared for waterboarding. (PantyPocket’s email: patknox29 at aol.com)

The GM is fond of his egg and cucumber sandwiches but did the ingredients have to be passed from thigh to thigh and chin to chin all the way round the Circle? Things got a bit messy (it is conventional I believe to use a hard-boiled egg in sandwiches) and there was a danger of the cucumber overheating, but they made the rounds. A lugubrious Santa submitted to being serially sat on, and only perked up when perched upon by the The Cock Doctor. The Christmas gifts ranged from the sublime (a jar of petroleum jelly for Rock Climber) to the ridiculous (an extra testicle for Cockroach – as though he hasn’t got enough tosstesterone as it is). Hashers making brief appearances in the Circle included Slappa (in fact she was hardly ever out of it) Inspector Gadget, Twitcher, Just Jeff, Just Craig, Just Kevin, AC/DC, Bumtitty, The Cock Doctor, Just Scott, Just Rose, Just Patrick, Tiny Sausage and MinnieMe. Only two Virgins this week: Perestroikher, who is a self-starter, and Just Craig who favours the starfish. Just Scott WNAFM be known as Capn Tight Bitch, and Just Jeff WNAFM be known as DumbFock. The Hashit went to Bumtitty because it was his turn. And the Circle ended with SLSC.

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BoB

Hash Trash 1532
10 December 2012
Venue: Car Track
Hares: Takkatrakka, DumbAss, Nuts$Lurve, Panty Pockets
GM: Bag O Bones
RA: RockClimber

Roobidextrous complained the run was long, tiring, and windy (possible from the wind or possibly very curvy). And the walk was either muddy or smutty. NWH will hopefully be hosted by someone somewhere in celebration of the Christmas season.

Misdemeanors were numerous. We started Just Alex for forgetting his keys and trying to take home two virgins. Then moved on to Just Ryan for trying to run from Sea Cliff Court to the Serena in the middle of the night and Roobidextrous for thinking 4 am is an appropriate hour to go for a relaxing cycle. Inspector Gadget and Kim blocked the beer and were just being snobby. Tiny Sausage tried to tie up his sausage with string and scared some of the virgins. We had a virgin with new shoes who was far too happy to have to drink out of them. Too many to count weren’t wearing Hash shirts and it seems that Twitcher did some nice business later in the night.

There were two visiting Danes who brought us a song. Returnees included Tilly who was doing business in Addis, Kiboko who was getting f*cked or maybe it was fat, Wounded Knee who was lighting the national Christmas tree in Dumb Dumb land, and Kenny and Artem who claimed to be doing no one but may in fact have been doing each other and/or the RA.

Everyone’s leaving for the holidays so there were too many departees to name. The two virgins, Patrick from Germany and Olwen from Scotland, heard a lot of arguments about who they should take home (RockClimber wanted to head to the car for a quicky and BoB was trying to hand over Panty Pockets) but both wanted to take home Rose for a 3-some in the missionary position (interestingly enough, that’s Rose’s favorite too). We sang a hashy birthday to RockClimber and Swiss Army Wife before moving onto Hash Shit which went to Gadget for blocking the beer from entering the house and wearing a horrible hat.

On On,
Shafted

Hash Trash 1531
3 December 2012
Venue: Jackie’s Bar
Hares: Tiny Sausage, Second Cumming
GM: Cockroach
RA: Shaggy Haggis

An awfy fine trail from Tiny Sausage, and awfy sweaty too. ManEater complained about the length of it, and some of the more high-minded Hashers took this to be a reference to the walking trail. Next Weeks Hash will be hosted by DumbAss in Regent Estate.
MissDemeanours included Hand Job and Finger Pluckin’ Good (FPG) for wanting to be pre-lubricated, Squirrel for trying to throw Inspector Gadget’s bitch (who’s a boy actually) under a bus, and Just Jeshua for wearing a silly Christmas hat – the aforesaid silly hat being quickly converted into a funnel through which his Down Down was poured into his open horrofice. Kili Ndogo was in deep doo doo for wearing his Crocs rather than his new trainers (he’s not as gormless as he looks). Returnees included Boogie Boobs, Wet Dream, Hand Job, FPG, Bradley Friggins, and Big Dick. Departees included Nutcracker, Tilly Willy, Just Nick, ManEater, and Second Cumming. Or the other way round – suit yourself – I don’t care. So many Virgins, so little time – this week it was the turn of the Boys from Buguruni together with Just Judith, their Mother Superior. Only Harry (predictably) could have come up with the FSP of ‘The Snivelling Turtle’ and when told to demonstrate it, he got himself in an awfy tangle with Tootsi and Boogie Boobs. Just Judith whispered her FSP into Shaggy’s ear, at which point he started foaming at the mouth (and maybe elsewhere). Second Cumming couldn’t get his Down Down down in time so he threw the rest over his head, forgetting (or did he? that is the question) that Sparkle was astride his shoulders. She wasn’t best pleased, though I reckon her hair needed a wash anyway. Needless to say (though I shall do anyway) there was a chorus of ‘CHILD ABUSE !!!’ from outraged Hashers. With all the humility that he could muster (which wasn’t much) Second Cumming nominated himself for Hashit, and, although he tried to make a contest of it by fingering BoB for writing a biased Trash (yet another attack on press freedom in East Africa, Ed), it didn’t wash with Hashers. And so it came to pass that Second Cumming was awarded the Hashit. Finally, as in all the best Circles, we sang Swing Low, Sweet Chariot.
Jackie’s mishkaki is to die for, and I had three – but then I am part of the Mismanagement team (sic). You too could enjoy such privileges, if you volunteer your services. Extreme incompetence is no bar to office, as you will have noticed.
Note: Mismanagement want to make it clear that no adults were harmed in the making of this Hash - just dogs and children
On On
BoB

HASH TRASH

Run No.1530 - THE JOCK HASH

Venue: Wounded Knee’s Tepee

Hares: BagOBones, Panty Pockets

Grand Master: Cockroach

Religious Advisor: Shaggy Haggis

Starring: “Big Jobbies”

Words fail me when trying to describe how good this trail was, but, if you insist, I will try. It was visionary in its sheer scope, and breathtaking in its execution. There were some cunning stunts all of which the Hare pulled off with insouciant aplomb. For those of you who have an obsession with the minutiae of life (yes I do mean you Candyman ‘) the dance we did at the first beer stop was ‘Flying Scotsman’ and at the second it was ‘Mince and Tatties’. When asked, Desperate said that it was much more energetic than usual, because of all that up and down. And then as an afterthought she added that the trail was somewhat pedestrian but came good at the end.

We were then formally introduced to the Scottish Band – “Big Jobbies” – who had been flown by BA cattle class all the way from Bristol just to entertain us. Possibly you have not heard of them before, but they’re really popular at the Deaf School. As the theme of the evening was to celebrate Scottish Olympians, the GM organized a boat race between two teams: - Boogie Boobs (drinker) & Wounded Knee (cox) against Nurse Ratched (drinker) and Wet Dream (cox). The drinkers, suitably mounted on their boats, competed to finish their Kili first while their teammates tossed their cabers. It was a wild, wet, spume-filled ride, but Boogie Boobs came out ahead (methinks she’s been secretly practicing, Ed). The GM, who has an eye for unusual talent, decided that our Scottish chanteuse – Finger Pluckin’ Good – should try out for Hashtronaut. She made such a good effort that the other team members were also told to give it a go, but apart from Just Dick’s interesting blast-off technique, there was nothing to write home about. Shaggy Haggis was suffering from too much deep throat on Saturday night – Nuts$Lurve remarked on his resemblance to the also-rans in the Duracell Bunny advert, but I notice that she stopped short of offering him a recharge. Instead he had to rely on the dubious services of that well-known mouthpiece – Outlaw. Hashers dragged into the Circle included Centrefold, Wet Dream, Gary Glitter, Just Isobel, Huge Heifer, Sumbawanker, Outlaw, Quiet Night In With The Wife, Koochi Gucci, Just Lyndsey, Nurse Ratched, and DumbAss – why were they there? – they could have been Departees, Returnees, Birthday Hashers – who the f*c* cares?

The GM produced a red training shoe and said he was trying to find the owner, who, he said, had GREAT EXPECTATIONS. He went round the Circle getting Hashers to try it on, and lo and behold the only person who fitted it properly was Kili Ndogo. I ‘spect we will hear more of this anon.

There was a fair crop of Virgins. Artemis from Russia is a doggy fan, Ryan from RSA is of the wheelbarrow orientation, Peter the Piper likes to dress up as a cowboy, Alex from Gloucester is always to be found on top, Jane is a Cheesehead with dreams of being a cowgirl in reverse, Bradley from Cornwall is a 69 fan, and Rosie has a soft spot for missionaries – the GM says he will introduce her to a few. When the GM asked for nominations for Hashit Boogie Boobs unleashed a long, bitter, tirade against Wet Dream for not lifting his finger to help with the packing, leaving his dirty underpants on the bedroom floor, failing to ensure that she was properly lubricated at all times, and generally being a pain in the ass. (Nothing new there then, Ed). It was hard for anyone to follow that, but Just Erica did, complaining that Kili Ndogo had tried to steal her thunder - he’s just a goofless likkle kid for chrissake! BagoBones was in trouble for not delivering on his promise of whisky at the beer stops, as was Nurse Ratched for some other no doubt heinous crime. Hashers quite rightly voted in overwhelming numbers for Just Erica. And then we sang SLSC.

During the evening Hashers donated a total of Tsh 563,000 to the charities that the Caledonian Society of Tanganyika supports, namely the Buguruni School for Deaf Children, and the New Children’s Cancer Hostel at Muhimbili. Well done everyone. Helping kids whilst having a lot of fun – this is what the Jock Hash is all about.

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BoB

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