Run No. 1189 on Monday 19 March 2007

Venue : O’Willies Irish Pub, Peninsula Hotel

Hares : Wet Dream, Boogey Boobs, Nasty Pasty

Not bad, not bad at all at all a tall Irishman said begorrah and bejesus (but confusingly neither Gorrah nor Jesus were there).

I hope you didn’t decide macrame was an exciting alternative to a fine Monday run - bad call.

With the return of Park n Ride, from the nether regions of the world, her painless and perfected performance of Hash Cashing was concluded with the issue of St Paddys day themed, Zantel green, T shirts for our delectation of the obviuosly fortuitous colour match between Zantel and the delightfully Irish St Patrick. A fine example to other overcashed businesses that would like to take advantage of the magnificent promotional advantages offered by the influential and trend setting hash pack. Get your request to sponsor the Dar HHH in now, and the Mismanagement Committee will vet the offers, allowing only the very best to follow through. What an opportunity - raise it at the next bored meeting.

After a shortish but varied run, with a delightfully Irish song at the beer stop, (yes .. beer stop) we ON IN’d along the scenic and smelly foreshore from the fish market (lucky the tide was going down eh Wet Dream). The pack were initially stymied by lack of the GREEN beer, but with technical assistance from (the not the silly) Moo (ex bar girl from Phuket - sorry, bar maid from Cambodia ??) the keg was connected to the pump (!!) and things went better. Thanks to TBL for the beer - funny taste but they tell me it wasn’t the green dye - just a simple Castle ale with a bouquet to suit. As MrS said ..... free beer YEEAAH what more could a hasher require (luckily we are all well mannered and no one said Kili).

The circle started with a delightfully virulent Irish green short, served in the best hash snifter balloon glasses (plastic cups to you), and got progressively less organised - apart that is from a delightfuly Irish dance exhibition from a trio of delightfully lovely Irish colleens who snuck in and out before the outrageous bits started.

A DHHH circle is nothing without the adverts these days, so Bouncer got in a swift plug for a trash pick up at SeaCliff on Friday; PnR and St Knickerless drew attention to their vagina monologues, coming soon to a venue near you; Boxer promoted next weeks run at the GMs house (specially renovated for the run) in aid of some female who will be reaching maturity at last; and the Morogoro Bad Friday rua/ easter Saturday wedding run slipped in as well. This involved multiple down downs and total confusion - in fact I’m not sure anyone was left in the outer circle - possibly ‘cos down downs were with delightfully Irish Guinness - amongst other things. In view of the lack of normal down down liquids, the Warm Safari song was rendered by way of explanation to the newcomers.

Not to alter the tone of the evening, MrS took over as RA - always good for a confusion injection. After a bit of sponsor licking, he defined some hash sins and drew examples from the guilty or innocent hashers around without distinction (actually wishing to demonstrate his powers and revel in the sinners discomfort, as per all RAs).

A fine run analysis from WonderBra, and walk synopsis from Alililililiya, was followed by the introdution of no less than ten virgins (isn’t it amazing what a free T shirt can get people to do), and visitors from Budapest and Nairobi, and two departees.

In the true singing spirit we had another go at the GM’s favorite version of ‘Singing in the rain’ (returnee Bum Titty having been in a town near Kili), before the Hash Shit stakes were run again. Late Cummer and Jason were divested of two weeks worth of shit gear, before the contestants lined up: Nasty Pasty for suggesting the delightfully Irish riverdance girls could be renamed the DHHH sewer dancers; Moo for wearing a Vodacom T shirt at a Zantel sponsored hash (and sitting throughout the circle); Eddy, also for the same grievous sins; and Foti for being Bum Titty. Democracy being what it is Bum Titty led on to the O’Willies special ‘beef and Guinness pie with mash’ - and highly tasty and nutricious it was en all. Did I mention the Sweet Chariot hymnal - well it happened again.

Free beer, free food, free T shirts - boy did yous pick a bad one to miss - but fear not for Wet Dream will be at his house next Monday to offer thanks for Boogey Boobs’ 49 years and 365 days youngness.

Don’t make the same mistake again - see you there.

ON ON

Squire L, in a guise as your most delightfully part Irish Scribe

PS I am pleased to say that I have a reader - yes a real reader. She was upset that I didn’t scribe anything about a recent run with which she was intimately involved. Well, I mean, maybe she doesn’t actually READ the scribbles, but at least she noticed their lack. Fame and fortune are around the corner, and I owe it all to DHHH. Thank you Mother Teresa.