HASH TRASH
Run No.1330 18 August 2009
Venue: CampBed’s tent, Msasani
Hares: CampBed, SpitssnSwallows, Nick (as he was then known), John

Yet another competently-set, straightforward and fast run from someone who has to be fit for his job. It was made even faster by the Hare failing to hold the checks (of which more later), so those who don’t have to be fit to do their job had to struggle on as best they could. But the back hare did his stuff, and we didn’t lose anyone. The walk was said to be “good” - “GOOD!!” - that’s only marginally less pathetic than “nice”.

The Grand Master - CampBed - whipped up the Circle eventually. Nick (as he was then known) invited all and sundry (and some hashers are very sundry indeed) to a costume party at the Marine House on the 31st - probably October 31st, but I am not entirely sure - does it matter? Panty Pockets announced that the Morogoro Hash is a sell-out. The Trailmaster didn’t know where next weeks hash will be (surprise, surprise) but thanks to insider knowledge I can exclusively reveal that it will be at Trinity Bar on Msasani Road (a map will be sent out - or perhaps it won’t). The Guest Religious Advisor was LateCummer who kicked off his performance by dragging goats and goat owners into the Circle - who included Wounded Knee, Dominatrix, Head Gasket and Boxer (though of course Boxer is more of a black sheep than a goat). They were followed by beerspillers, madcrappers, and returnees - one of whom had been to Arushasha. Hashy Birthday was sung in honour of CampBed - and Boxer. Virgins (all Yanks) included Mona (“I’m a virgin, I don’t have a FSP) John (Flying Monkey) Virginia (Asleep) Kamera (Can’t remember) and Bronwen (horsey). LateCummer welcomed them with the Warm Safari song, but his Oggies at the end were the worst in living memory. CampBed thought it high time that Nick, who in real life is the Cultural Attache at the US Embassy, should have a hash name. After much careful, sober reflection the Circle voted for the name F**k It Now. I have heard worse but not much. And it was only fitting that he also walked away with the Hashit - nominally for not holding the checks. The Circle ended with a spirited rendering of Swing Low Sweet Chariot. And sadly the ugali went to waste because Tiny Sausage, who asked for it, didn’t pitch up.

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