Monday 23 April 2007
Run: 1196
Venue: Sea Cliff Hotel carpark
Host: Bouncer
Hares: Bouncer, Bouncer and eh, Bouncer

THE RUN

Billed as the first Trash Hash, suitable virginal white Sea Cliff Hotel sponsored T shirts were provided for hashers, along with a grand marquee (well an extended sunshade at least), pristine white table clothed eh tables and two water coolers with eh cool water man.

After everyone overcame the initial trick question - where the run was actually starting from - we were introduced to the concept of Earth Day and that we were expected to collect rubbish at the beer stop to support Earth Day. Most people think there’s enough rubbish already, but Bouncer thinks the earth needs more so we should do our bit and collect some ? ?

Due to the lack of hares the runners were initialy expected to follow a totally unmarked trail (which was unerringly spotted by Head Gasket and Salty Gonads). Inevitably the pack later executed the odd backtrack before stumbling on a few lonely American secrets shreds and homing in on the beer stop.

The grand plan was to get in quick, knock off (steal) the locals carefully hoarded bank of valuable recycling materials, and get out before they noticed or became too irate. Bouncer provided gloves so that we left no fingerprints, and swag bags for the loot. The beer truck was full and could not be used as the getaway vehicle, so walkers would be sent off early to have a chance of not being caught, whilst the runners bravely hung back to distract and cover the retreat - they would simply make a mad dash at the very last moment.

Incredibly everyone seemed to make a clean getaway by various pre planned routes back to the command centre, but the loot was not to be seen. It later transpired that it was to be taken to the rubbish tip ? Well I thought thats where we stole it from ? These Americans have some funny ideas - no wonder they ....... well enough of that.

THE CIRCLE

Announcements:

Park’N’Ride (Hash Cash) and Squirrel convinced the GM that they were in complete agreement all along and this was run no. 1196.

The Bagomoyo sub committee will meet at 6pm at GM’s house on Wednesday, anyone interested should front up.

The Bagomoyo run will be on 19 May starting from St Peter’s Church before sparrow fart. Teams from IST, Nairobi, Knight Support, and DHHH will be competing. Other teams are actively sought and very welcome.

13 May is a World Food Program event

Pinocchio announced a 50 year old party ? to be held on Friday 27 April. Check out www.drillers.com/party for venue and details -all hashers welcome.

next run will be Monday 30 April at DYC beach banda, hosted by Prawn, Old Mother Reilly, Room Service and Seaman Stains.

And the hares, and the - well the multiplee personalitied but singular haress.
Furry Burger thought the walk was stinky and sweaty; Tiny Sausage described the run as .... shitty. Fair comment all round really.

The RA’s spot

Mr Sh’ole took over the circle as RA of the moment, and immediately swerved away from the central theme of the day, to introduce some guy called George. As is MrS’ssss wont, a cameo was erected with a bunch of old dragons and a few well hung knights. Apparently George was made a saint for knocking off (snuffing out ?) a dragon and so Mr S had the knights, with their hardened swords, attempting to pierce the fire spitting females. (Apparently some Anglo types think 23 April should be dedicated to St George).

Getting back to the RA’s true role, MrS introduced hash discipline. Sounds fun eh, but somehow this was linked to Enema Queen and Spare being apart on the run, and a long winded rendition of Oh Sir Jasper (aka Shes a Most Immoral Lady).

Unfortunately, (Mother) Immoral almost owns this song, and in a fit of pique at this blatant misuse claimed she was GIVING UP ALCOHOL in protest, and selected Head Gasket to join her in puritanical ecstasy.

One visitor (Schloopstein deboop de loopy from Surabaya ??) and four virgins, plus seven returnees and six departees completed the RA’s down down give away show, leaving the GM to take up the challenge of remembering who was Hash Shit last week.

Hash Shit

MrS was notably quiet and unaccoutred, but never the less discovered to have claimed the title. Wet Dream listened gravely to stories of hash shit toilet seats and designer clothing cast from car windows likes toys from a pram, as the MrS ensemble exited the Valhalla venue last week (causing great consternation and confusion amongst the Valhalla guards), and without further adooooo adon’t adoo doo doo democratically determined that the decision should carry forward.

The finale

Hash Hymn with virgins front and centre; on food; sour wine ??; cold Kili; chitty chatty; off we go.

Good do next week, as four stalwart long time hashers take the plunge to set sail on the briny deeps, in a flimsy craft, for unexplored lands afar across the seas. Don’t miss it. See you at the Yatch Club beach banda. (Tides out big time so leave your swimmers at home).

ON ON

Squire L
Scribe to THE HASH