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January Splinter Lunch

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January Splinter Lunch

Host: Botcho

Location: Helensvale

Date: 29-01-2016

Hashers: 40

I have decided, upon request from today’s host, Sir Botcho, to do a bit of a write up of today’s Splinter lunch which is a very special occasion as it is the annual golf day combined with lunch from Sir Botcho’s lovely establishment overlooking the Helensvale Golf Club. This is also the second year that I have been privileged to be able to attend this auspicious event and to those of you who didn’t make it, let me tell you that you missed a cracker of a day!

Unfortunately I was not able to make the golf morning, but am told that it was great fun, of course with some premature indulging in alcoholic beverages along the way. When I asked Missing Link how the morning went, his response was “how do you think it went when most of us only play golf once a year!!”.  Apparently Rug, the GM of the Monday Hash and having the mere status of a punter at splinter (hmmm…that rhymes..I’m a poet and I didn’t even know it!) managed to basically get himself pretty well shit-faced on wine before the commencement of proceedings at lunch. The Splinter GM, Sir Rabbit, could only shake his head in disgust!!…not to mention Rug’s antics in stiletto heels and hoisting poor Montana over his head…oh dear…I think the photos tell it better than I ever could!!

The weather on the day can only be described as fucking awful….it was unbelievably hot!!!….and there was poor Sir Botcho slaving over two hot barbeques and with the pizza oven also blasting out heat behind him. It was like a fucking furnace in the cooking area and I can only commend Sir Botcho and his helpers on the magnificent effort in putting all of this together. Sir Botcho, in accepting thanks for his efforts, very touchingly said… ”it’s always my pleasure to put this day on..I love you all, I love the Hash, and I love doing this for you all”. A true bloody gentleman Sir Botcho and a credit to Hashing, you really are!!

The food was wonderful….tomato bruschetta starters…and in my case, washed down with copious amounts of beer…..which reminds me…thanks to Weekly for supplying beer to buy for those of us who felt it was too bloody hot to drink byo wine today…you saved our lives Weekly!!  Mains was barbequed steaks with baked potatoes, coleslaw, salad and fresh bread rolls….a carnivorously delightful meal…but of course, there were the whingers who complained that the steaks were underdone or overdone…Sir Botcho, you cooked mine to perfection so stuff the others!! Dessert was Sir Botcho’s usual…pavlova with lashings of cream….a tried and trusted favorite.

The Splinter GM, when asked to say something, in his usual sardonic style merely said…”I’ve got nothing to say” and went back to sitting there looking cool.

In all, a great afternoon and certainly worth taking a rostered day off to attend…again, thanks heaps Sir Botcho for opening up your house to this fine rabble of Hashers.

Sir Two Dogs gave us a summary of the golfing antics, being as follows….Worst golfer of the day, of course it has to be Flasher….and surprise, surprise, he was accused of shortcutting the course!!

Last placed team was that consisting of Shitbags, Fullershit, Truck Tyres. Second last placed team was Anchovy, Rug and Kel and the winning team consisted of XLPet, Two Dogs, Sir Rabbit, Missing Link and Now Loved. Congratulations lads!! The trophies were presented by Weekly.

To those of you who didn’t make it, really, it is worth making the effort…and to those of you who came to represent the Brisbane Hash, Shitbags and Anchovy, thanks guys…it was nice to catch up again after our fun-filled trip the Philippines.

That’s all folks!

Fanny Charmer

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Run 1995

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Run 1995

Run: 1995

Date: 25-01-2016

Location: Varsity Lakes

Hares:Hierarchy

Hashers: 32

Happy Australia Day!!!……The run of the year!!!….the nosh of the year!!!!….the venue of the year!!!…that’s right gentlemen, tonight was the night of nights…Our Australia Day run…brought to you by your BTB hierarchy from the Aardvark and Arrow micro brewery in West Burleigh, the venue of our very successful Oktoberfest run last year.

The run:

I must apologise profusely for the lack of a very good run description…well actually for the lack of any description at all…..why????…well, my fellow hierarchy members decided that as the next day was a public holiday (Australia Day), the run was to start at 5.00pm rather than the usual 6.15pm….in total disregard for the three or so of us in this fine hash who actually still have to work for a living!!…so I had no chance of making it on time to actually do the run!!

As I turned off the M1 onto Reedy Creek Road, racing to get to Hash from work, off in the distance I saw everybody heading off into the bush….oh well, plenty of beer on tap so I had no problem just hanging around the brewery waiting for all to return from the run. Interestingly I was not alone…with there being several hashers, both runners and walkers who obviously could not have been bothered doing anything tonight other than sit around and drink copious amounts of the on-tap, preservative-free beer. I know who you all are……. Botcho, Slab, Weekly, Fullershit, Shat, Showpony, Moonbeams, Nasty, Hard On, Headjob…to name but a few!!

In circle, our young member, Sorry, described the run as “good, but nice and hot!”..Slug described the walk as “everything a walk should be”, whatever that might mean!

Of intrigue to me was that apparently Latrine was there to provide an impromptu drinkstop but he didn’t show up for anything else!! WTF??? Mme Latrine, have you totally lost it???

Thank you Sir Two Dogs for taking the time to set the run and then check it to see that it was still intact due to the rain…good job!

The Nosh:

Tonight’s nosh started off very appropriately with delicious Vegemite sandwiches expertly prepared by Missing Link…and all quickly devoured by the hungry hordes.

While we waited for the mains, copious amounts of beer were consumed. The BBQ was fired up and on went the onion…and on and on went Truckie, accusing yours truly of having no idea of what he was doing and saying that the onions were still raw and that they were nowhere close to be caramalised!!

Soon after the packets of lambconfussed went on with many Hashers having no faith at all in Sir Rabbit, who had bought the meat and rice. Yours truly and Jigsaw, the designated cooks, made sure that it was all cooked to perfection…and despite all the early criticism as it was all being cooked, everybody thought it was a fine meal…certainly worthy of the nosh of the year!!  Many were observed to go back for seconds and thirds of the lamb and rice.   In true Oz fashion, the nosh was finished off with…wait for it…yep..Lamingtons!!

The Circle:

Our esteemed GM opened proceedings tonight welcoming us all to the run and to our venue and inviting us all to drink up as it was an “all in” night for $20!!

The entire hierarchy were called out the front to take a down-down for organising the run, prompting a comment from Josephine…. “there’s less pricks on the board of BHP than there is on this bloody hierarchy!”.

Next out the front was Showpony to pass on the Prick of the Week to his old mate Flasher…and it turned into a very emotional moment with Showpony apologising to Flasher for the Jonestown poisonous pies debacle and it all ending up with a handshake and commitment to ongoing friendship…well done guys and now the whole thing is behind us all and it’s good to see you are mates again…..on on!!

Miscarriage, as he always does, tried to bring a charge against a hasher…this time to Josephine for wearing a T-shirt with “Aussie” on it..thus being accused of impersonating Aussie himself…give it up Miscarriage, give it up!! Of course there were howls of derision on this trumped up false charge!

Headjob was called out the front on a charge brought by Caustic…for misleading not only Caustic, but the entire Hash as to his intended (false) nuptials… “I am not getting married…I shall never get married!!”…the tables were turned and Caustic copped a down-down for this false charge.

Ferrett brought a well-deserved charge against all the pisspots who stayed behind to drink beer while everybody else was out walking or running…they’re all named above…onya Ferrett!

Returning runners…Blackie, Fullershit, Shat and the Big O…welcome back guys!

Colonel Klink was marched out the front for a down-down for now being officially barred by Mrs Klink from going on any more “tours of duty” for reasons best left unwritten in these words…he’s in enough trouble already!

Another big thank you to our young Hasher, Sorry, for yet again fixing the hash generator and also for offering to fix the fucked electrics on the hash trailer….this man deserves a medal!

Iceman is back to his usual form, closing proceedings with one of his corny jokes…gotta love them though…yes, it was kind of funny…automatic tampon remover…hahahaha!!

With that…Moonbeams closed proceedings!

That’s all folks!!………………..other than to remind one and all to PLEASE get your forms in for the 2000th run as it is filling fast and we don’t really want to be outnumbered by visitors, do we??

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Run 1994

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Run 1994

Run: 1994

Date: 18-01-2016

Location: Burleigh Heads

Hares:Head Job & Caustic

Runners: 30

Well, here we are, getting back into another year of fine hashing and tonight was not a disappointment at all, with a fine evening of running, walking, nosh and frivolity provided to you by your hares Headjob (nosh) and Caustic (run/walk) and the run being from the Marjorie Saint Henry Park in Tabilban Avenue and then heading off into the wilds of Burleigh Ridge Park.

The Birthday Boy:

It’s appropriate to acknowledge at the start of this diatribe that tonight we were very generously supplied with “birthday crownies” by the birthday boy, Slug, who is now 60…and still one of the youngest of our group if the truth be known…congratulations Slug on this milestone and thanks for the Crownies, which due to royal decree, are charged out at $1.00 a beer.

The run:

As we all managed to make our way from the carpark into the clearing in the bush where it was all to happen that night and after we had all sprayed up so as to not get eaten alive by the mozzies, we were all called to order by the GM and then Caustic, who provided a run briefing…. “listen up you dickheads that are running…you’re starting off with a walk…straight up the ridge behind me….then the run starts…now piss off in that direction!”

which we all dutifully did, huffing and wheezing and puffing up the ridge, telling ourselves “it’s going to be as hard as the run the prick set from here last year!”..despite assurances from Caustic that it was only going to be around 6 kilometres, unlike last year’s effort which was around 10 kilometres.

At the top of the ridge we were all stunned into bewilderment s the toilet paper markings ran out, there was no flour in sight, no nothing actually…many of us uttering “what the fuck do we do now?” as the more sprightly amongst us went in every direction checking for markings…nothing!…bloody nothing in any direction!….until our younger runner, Sorry, came out of the bush declaring… “there’s an “on back to home” up and over the ridge, so it must be over there somewhere..

.why don’t we run it backwards and see where we go?”…some of the less rebellious amongst the group said “no, no, no, the rules say that you go back to the last check when you can’t find the trail and in this case it’s back to the start!” …..bloody goody-two shoes wimps!!!   Back they went…and you know who you are!!!  The rest of us unanimously declared… “fuck that…let’s do it in reverse” and to the cries of “no no” (get it, “on on” in reverse) off we headed, following the arrows in the wrong direction. It was a real crack up, and Sorry found it really funny, saying that this is the first time he had experienced this as he gleefully yelled “no no” at each arrow!  Yours truly was one of a pack of four, being Elvis,Circumference and Link and we were intermittently joined by other “no no’ers” including our esteemed RA, Two Dogs who also did the run in reverse. Despite this typical Hash debacle, we had a good run, clocked by me at 3.37 kilometres, and given the hills, not too shabby.

Of course, upon return to base camp, we were greeted with derision from Caustic who called us all a pack of “short-cutting bastards!”….seems that this was somewhat accurate as about an hour later those who had done the full run came back in wheezing and puffing as we all sat around enjoying Slug’s birthday Crownies.

The Nosh:

Tonight’s nosh was brought to you by Headjob….what a welcome back this was….hasn’t been to Hash for yonks and gets lumbered with setting a run this early in the year…and didn’t he step up to the plate in fine fashion….in true BTB (that’s Back to Basics by the way) style, nibblies consisted of corn chips in abundant quantities…no dips, no cheese, no tomato dip…corn chips and nothing else!! Brilliant!!

Mains consisted of baked potatoes and beef casserole and/or Thai chicken curry and virtual rice that could have been so good if it had been there, according to Sir Two Dogs and Kitchen Bitch, our resident haute-cuisine hasher.

For sweets we had the choice of chocolate or caramel sponge cake from that fine bakery, maison du Coles Supermarket, with lashings of pressurised artificial cream. A fine effort Headjob…thanks for your efforts and I am sure that we all enjoyed your offerings.

The Circle:

Firstly, a big welcome back to Kitchen Bitch, who is nowadays rarely able to grace us with his presence due to the pressures of work….the other two workers in the Hash sympathise with you KB, we really do!! Next on the agenda was Iceman giving a run description of the reverse run (the “no no” run) and a fine run it was apparently.

Miscarriage then came out the front and proudly boasted about doing the actual run in the right direction, to which he was soon told by one and all to stick it up his arse and put a sock in it…talk about being full of yourself!!…but seriously, good effort!

Nasty critiqued the nosh, saying that it tasted like chicken and observing that Headjob’s rationing was certainly tough at first!

Next out the front was young Slug, for a rousing rendition by all of us of “Hashie birthday, fuck you!”….congratulations again!

Brewtus came out for a presentation of a very small T-shirt for our youngest Hasher, William Henry. Nice to hear he is doing well and we are all looking forward to his first circle appearance.

Next out the front to describe a MASSIVE DEBACLE was Weekly…you will all recall that last week, our resident pyromaniac, Swollen Colon, was letting off crackers and smoke bombs left, right and centre, including lobbing one straight into the booze bucket. Well, all the money in the bucket was damaged, with the coins all being blackened and requiring scrubbing before banking and all the notes being burnt, some worse than others…two $20.00 notes were so badly burnt that the bank refused to take them!!! They will now have to go the Reserve Bank and even then there is no guarantee that they will be honoured by the bank….basically there goes $40.00 quite literally up in smoke!!

Swollen Colon will be getting an invoice from the Hash!!….some smart arse suggested that Weekly should have taken the coins to a coin laundry…hahaha.

Over to the RA for his lot and he proceeded to tell us that Flasher had been intending to come to Hash tonight but he fell over his cat and hurt his back…to which Miscarriage quipped that this would not be the first time a Hasher has missed Hash due to an incident with a pussy!!cat_flasher

Next out the front for his share of abuse was Sir Prince Valiant…yet again making his way into the newspaper, this time being featured as one of the stalwarts of the Miami Beach community for no reason other than that he and the Princess have been there since soon after the colonisation of Queensland!

Another victim out the front..Showpony, resplendent in his Prick of the Week hat which he’d been wearing all night…he called several of us out as contenders but luckily we were all able to step back out as the intended recipient did not turn up tonight (could it be Flasher, I wonder) and he thus keeps it for another week.

Weekly was called out on a charge by Miscarriage for getting a perm done to give him curly hair…very becoming of you Weekly and don’t listen to the criticism from those balding idiots!! At least you have hair to curl….and thus the night came to an end…of course only after Miscarriage had the pleasure of hearing his own voice again over some incident with the Phuket hash. Thus formal proceedings were called to an end by none other than Moonbeams.

Oh, almost forgot…our new regular attendee, Elvis, had to leave early due to his wife being sick…sorry to hear!

That’s all folks!!

Fanny Charmer

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Run 1993

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Run 1993

Run: 1993

Date: 4-01-2016

Location: MacIntosh Island, Surfers Paradise

Hares:Shat

Runners: 32

I cannot do anything other than start tonight’s words with the following…

 WELCOME BACK SHOWPONY!!!!…..I am sure that we are all pleased to have you back where you belong, amongst your Hash friends…it is great to have you back!! Also great to see one of our other stalwarts, whom we know has not been travelling too well of late..Moonbeams…also great to have you back!

 The Run:

 Tonight we all gathered at the usual bbq shelter at MacIntosh Park in the middle of Surfers Paradise, a well known and dare I say, well loved venue for a hash run. The hare tonight, Shat, always seems to come up with interesting variations for his central Surfers runs…I recall that we once did a run where there were no markings, just a couple of pages of photos of landmarks as the checks and that was good fun. Tonight there was a slight variation…five envelopes were handed out (secretly) to various runners who were basically all being live hares with the instructions for the next leg of the run…it made for discipline as we were forced to regroup for the ceremonial opening of each envelope along the way.

The runners headed off into the wilds of Southport along the Sundale bridge, with many a complaint about the heat, the fact that there were no markings on the ground, and other feeble complaints that would justify aborting and turning back for home. Half way along Brighton Parade Botcho was heard to proclaim.. “fuck this for a joke…it’s too bloody hot to run..I’m buggered and we’re still heading away from home…” but he kept on plugging on nevertheless.

There was a regroup near the corner of Akes Avenue, where Sir Two Dogs then confidently directed us even further away from home base and with many of us thinking “bloody hell, the prick is going to take us over Chevron Island to get back”…that would indeed be a long run! Fortunately Shat was not that cruel to us and instead we somehow found ourselves at the bottom end of Ferry Road, from where we kept heading back into Southport, where the next regroup was to be at the Southport Bowls Club….unfortunately that is where yours truly must end his run description because as it happens, I always carry my phone with me and fortuitously, my Go-Card is always tucked into its holder and….well,  a tram just conveniently happened to have come along and stopped at Queen Street at the right time…..I hope you all had a great run back to home base guys!!!!!!

I am reliably advised that many runners modified the run to suit themselves, as it is after all quite well known territory, but I did not see anyone else on the tram!! Sorry Link and Iceman if I kept you wondering where I’d gone…I did wave to you from the tram!!

Back at home base we all agreed that it was a good run and we enjoyed the saga of the envelopes instead of markings on the ground. Overall, one can only say that it was a good run Shat, you did well. We all were unanimous in concluding that there actually is nothing wrong with a good street run. Of course, being in the postcode of 4217, you guessed it….our resident explosives expert, Swollen Colon was in attendance, letting off crackers and stink bombs both before the run, during the run and during circle…..including attempting to incinerate the booze bucket, which seemed to have a couple of hundred dollars in it at the time!!!!  Poor Weekly went into a real tailspin about that one…fortunately the only damage done was a couple of slightly fried $50 notes.

The Nosh:

Whilst Shat took credit for a solo effort on the nosh, it was plainly obvious that this was a first class production of the GOLD COAST HASH HOUSE HARRIERS PREMIER CYCLING TROUPE…AKA “THE WARRIORS”!!! There they all were, proudly and generously ensuring that all of us were well fed tonight, dishing out great dollops of salad and potatoe and mince bake, of which there was an ample supply, meaning that the gluttons amongst us could easily go back for generous second helpings. Dessert was individual apple pies topped off with a scoop of ice cream and lavish servings of custard. Warriors, and particularly Shat, you have done the Hash proud, you really have!!

The Circle:

Out front to start were all first time 2016 runners, including Showpony, Ferrett, Aussie, Moonbeams, Swollen Colon, Colonel Klink, Josephine, Now-Loved, Brewtus, Swindler and Caustic…in fact there were so many out the front for a down-down that Circumference stated “we should fuck them all off and the rest of us should get up….it would be cheaper!!”

 Second out the front for a down-down is our young Brewtus, for demonstrating that he clearly has a high sperm count….congratulations again mate!!…We expect that as soon as he is out of nappies, you will introduce our newest Hashman to us all.

Before leaving the floor, the GM reminded us all that if we bring our own booze to Hash, it will be $5.00 corkage.

Onto the RA…..who immediately called myself, Latrine and Jigsaw out the front for a down-down for “mischievous behaviour” during the run. My misdemeanour is described above…goodness only knows what Jigsaw and Latrine were guilty of doing…I am afraid I wasn’t listening too closely, but I am sure that it was well deserved.

Showpony was dragged out the front for failing to bring the Prick of the Week paraphernalia…with his excuse being “that prick (pointing at yours truly) wrote in the words that I should have it in perpetuity!!”…several Hashers looked at each other and muttered “what does in perpetuity mean???”. Hopefully it turns up next week!!

Swollen Colon brought an ambit charge that none of us have the ability to run in a pack! Of course we can’t run in a pack with him around…we’re all shit scared of getting blown up!!

Caustic also brought an ambit charge that “all you pricks have drunk my mid-strength…you pricks!”

 The RA then handed proceedings back to the GM who finished it off by bringing Jigsaw and Sorry out the front to drink from their brand new shoes!!…never a problem when you always get your shoes from Vinnies!!

As Moonbeams is back, he ended the circle with his usual refrain “end of circle!!”

That’s all folks!!

Fanny Charmer

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Run 1992

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Run 1992

Run: 1992

Date: 4-01-2016

Location: Paradise Point

Hares: Iceman

Runners: 29

HAPPY NEW YEAR everyone!!!… Hope you all had a great break over the Christmas/New Year period and I expect that we are all ready to get back into some serious Hashing this year once again brought to you by your dedicated BTB Hierarchy (that’s “Back To Basics” guys, in case you didn’t already know!!). Tonight’s inaugural run of the year was brought to you by none other than Iceman, doing the whole lot on his own; that’s the run preparation and the nosh…a mighty fine effort there Iceman!

The Run:

We all gathered at the usual Paradise Point meeting place at the southern end of the park at the barbeque shelter and as the time for the run approached, out comes Sir Slab with two plastic containers of gingerbread men, lovingly prepared by Mrs Slab (Freddie) and which we all devoured to give us the requisite sugar hit necessary for the arduous run that lay ahead.

The run description from Iceman consisted of “you head up that way, follow the arrows and it goes in an anti-clockwise direction…it’s not too long and no, it doesn’t go through the Pine Ridge Conservation Park!!”…the latter bit of information being a relief as none of us had any desire to wade through waist-high water the way we did last time we ran from this location and when Flasher set the run.

Yours truly started off with all good intentions of doing the whole run, but after about 500 metres thought better of it and myself, Circumference and Sir Prince did our own “walk/jog”, following arrows until we lost the trail and then we meandered home. From the crowd that was already back at base camp when we got there, it was obvious that many of us decided to ease into the new year very gently!!  Of course there are the die-hards who haven’t let their fitness slip and they came in huffing, puffing and sweating quite some time later…well done Flasher, Miscarriage, Botcho, Rug and the others who took it somewhat seriously. I am reliably told that the walkers did about four laps of the barbeque shelter, caught their breath and sat down to get into the beers and the gingerbread men supplied by Sir Slab. I guess they did have a good excuse as it did start to rain shortly after we had all set off.

The Nosh:

Iceman, you are definitely in the running for “nosh of the year”, but then again it was the first of many to come!! In fine BTB fashion (kindly refer above for the meaning of the acronym), starters were several packs of assorted corn chips and dips and salsas…a fine start to any meal and there were certainly no complaints about it. See…you don’t have to do too much to impress this fine gathering of hashers!!

The mains was a mixture of bread rolls with lashings of butter, copious amounts of healthy salads (one of us was heard to mutter whilst waiting in line “I ain’t having any of that healthy green shit!”) and first-grade sliced ham with several varieties of garnishes available, including hot English mustard.  Many of us went back for seconds and at the end of the night, when Iceman announced that there was much ham left over and that we should take it home, like bees around a honeypot several hashers pounced with their pieces of foil at the ready, grabbing great quantities of sliced ham to take home. It was interesting to note that it was the more well-to-do hashers who participated in this mad feeding frenzy…maybe that is why they are well off…scrimp and save and live on left-overs…that would be right!!!

Dessert…another BTB classic…ice cream cones, plain vanilla ice cream, choc chips, hundreds and thousands and a fresh strawberry for each cone…a classic!!!! Elvis went back for thirds but found that by that time it had all been packed up!!

The Circle:

Some “thank you’s” at the start of circle…firstly, Sir Slab for the gingerbread men….as previously mentioned, they went down a treat. Secondly, a BIG thankyou to our new permanent member from Darwin, Sorry, for fixing our generator…he had to take it to bits to be able to replace a $5.00 part in it…the pull-cord. Thankfully he is fully trained in Honda engines, having been apprenticed to his father in Darwin! Brilliant effort Sorry, thank you!!

Next was an apology from Moonbeams…seems that he has fallen off his bike and has now “taken a bad turn”…sorry to hear this and hope you up and at it again soon. Sir Blackstump responded to this news with “don’t let him die!!! If he does it means I’m next oldest here and next in line..please don’t let him die!!”.

Truckie was asked to comment on the Nosh… “well, the hot English mustard sure cleaned the nostrils out!”

 It was announced that our newest hashman, son of Brewtus has finally been named…can you believe that it’s Harry William!!! Very royal flavour Brewtus….congratulations to you and Mrs Brewtus.

We then moved on the RA’s spot and Sir Two Dogs showed no mercy…firstly having a go at the gathering in general for all the 5 and 10 cent coins in the booze bucket…”who the fuck pays for a $3 beer with 5 cent coins???”….of course the answer is quite obvious..Flasher!!!

On the subject of Flasher, out the front he came for a down-down for the stupid email he sent (well, I thought it was funny!).

Jigsaw was the next victim for a down-down, for having buggered his knees quite severely due to the fact he now rides with cleats on his bike and forgot that you have to actually get at least one foot out of them when you come to a stop!!

VD was also brought out the front for his dicky knees which are no longer dicky…congrats on a good recovery and welcome back VD…sorry that you will be disappearing soon to Tassie to escape our awful humidity for a while.

Sir Slab came out the front to give a down-down to our infrequent runner Opium…who only runs with us when we set a run outside his house!! Welcome Opium!!

Truckie again was called out the front to account for another “lost wallet incident”…this time it was left somewhere in the Hunter Valley…he protested vigorously against this charge… “it wasn’t like you say RA, it’s all bullshit…you don’t know half the story!”…the point is there is ALWAYS a story when it comes to Truckie…thanks for making it fun mate!!

Finally…of course, Miscarriage had to have a bit of a rant and ridicule someone…poor Bluecard….apparently has a similar action when tackling an ice-cream cone as does the “watermelon boy” at the cricket…pull it up on Youtube..it’s gone viral apparently…and the final final word also from Miscarriage..in the absence of Moonbeams and Josephine…”end of circle”!!

That’s it for this week guys…welcome to 2016!

Fanny Charmer

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