RUN 1834

Date: 24 December 2012

Guest Hare: Mohammed El Flas-Her

Venue: Helensvale Tavern

 A great turn out for the inaugural Xmas Eve Run from the Helensvale Tavern.

 With no R.A. present the weather was absolutely fabulous, a perfect night.

 Once assembled and the social intercourse concluded, the guest hare Mohammed El Flas-Her welcomed everyone to the Gold Coast Knitting Circle H3 “replacement” run and especially to our visiting hasher “Pear Shaped” all the way from Canada.

 The Paris HHH also joined us for a drink and a run. Great bunch of Hashers, all enjoyed a few drinks and a few laughs.

 The run directions were precise and the excitement grew as we were all promised a great and challenging run.

 Then at 1705 the large pack was off. Down passed the shopping centre still full of Xmas shoppers many of whom stopped and waved us on and shouted “Merry Xmas” to us, we all waved back and they loved it.

 Then we came across the first Check, was it left up the hill or across the road and into one of the many beautiful Helensvale Parks??

 A shout of “On On” was heard to come from a Hasher in the park so into the park it was. Several more Check-Backs kept most of the runners together, only a few falling behind.

 The run criss-crossed around many of the side streets and eventually all the pack were together again.

 Another check……this time it was up the hill or down the hill……most of the seasoned Hashers guest right…up the hill it was towards the water tanks.

 Along the rough path, passed the big water tank and then onto Tamworth Drive where we were greeted by a big friendly man who, fortunately, had an even friendlier German Shepherd dog…..the man, like the shoppers, wished us a Merry Xmas and gave us a wave and his dog wagged it’s tail….

 A bit of a slog down Tamworth for about a kilometre and then another Check. Again most Hashers picked it right….down into the scrub and into Dromana Court….again the locals shouting encouragement and wishing us Merry Xmas.

 From here we ended up on Discovery Drive and it was a nice and easy run back to the Pub, with just one detour passed the tennis courts and then it was time for a couple of cold beers!!

 After wiping off the sweat and applying some deodorant, beers flowed freely gratis of the hare. We had a surprise visit from one of the best known Gold Coast Soccer players which was very well received.

 Then our acting GM opened the circle by asking for a run report….”well marked, many arrows, interesting terrain and probably the run of the year!” came the response from the pack.

 Many great jokes, funny real life experiences and general good humour followed. There were no charges …and no rabble behaviour tonight!!

 We did however ice “Pull my Tit” from the Paris Hash. The Stand In GM presented him with a bottle of bubbles for being a good sport. A goodwill down down was also given to “I don’t believe this” for being a front running bastard.

 The GM announced the next run would be 24 December 2018 and closed the circle.

 The Helensvale Tavern Bar was full of friendly drinkers, all of whom made us feel very welcome and the eye candy fantastic, the feed of Lamb Shanks was delicious, almost as good as Freddies! The touring party couldn’t get over the high standard of food we all enjoyed.

 Wine flowed freely, kindly donated by the acting GM and then it was time for home. A great night, well attended and what a Hash run on Xmas Eve should be!

 On On

 Splinter Lunch Friday 28th December. 12:00 start Darcy Arms. Broadbeach. BYO wine

Run 1832
Date : 10 December 2012
Hare : Head Job
Venue : The Spit
Runners 32
Weeks to the end of free birthday beers – 3.

A rather unexpected large group of 32 members gathered under the threat of showers at the far end of the Spit, with most anticipating a stuff up of a trail that could only go one way.

The psychology was to have the group believe that there was something of a surprise involved, having to pay during the run and receive an indelible mark to enable members to enter the “next place”.  Was it going to be a restaurant somewhere, a fish & chip maybe; maybe a boat cruise? It was of course a hoax to ensure that all went at least as far as the drink stop, some 5 -6 klms round trip. And it worked.

THE RUN: Head job introduced 6 logs to the group with the instructions that the 30 odd runners and walkers were to be divided into 6 groups, with each group managing one log which had to be delivered to the Drink Stop, where the $15 would be collected. A character “team building” exercise was the theory. Luckily the logs were riddled with borer holes and not too heavy.

The trail headed off to the beach and went under the sand-pumping jetty then back up to the gravel trail that snakes its way through the scrub between the ocean and asphalt road (Seaworld Dr.). The 4 -5 carriers of each log quickly broke down to 2 and in most cases one after Two Dogs decided to forego his weekly kung fu training and set a cracking pace. Some competition gathered between several groups. Pile Driver, Jigsaw, Caustic, Rockhard and others were actually jogging much of the way.

Blackie made the wise move and promptly dumped his log in the nearby dumpster, thinking that his team mates might collect it. They did not. After about 25 minutes of punishment the first group arrived at the  Pizza sponsored drink spot, where Flasher was smugly waiting with his usual claim of being first there. Ok Flasher, but where’s your fk’n log?

The smartest team arrived having completed the whole trail carrying their log with 2 slings below, sharing the weight among 4. A shat of an idea!  After 2 -3 beers the GM cancelled the remainder of the run (the long run) and all headed back, Caustic and BB along the gravel trail and the remainder straight down the asphalt road making the time away just oven one hour.

THE NOSH:  With wise use of the trailer the food was ready in record time.  The banquet was presented around a long collection of tables and hash chairs, set in the middle of the large car park. Just like the Sound of Silence dinners at Uluru.

Well it could have been silent if Pizza stayed at home! First there were nibblies followed by perfectly cooked white rice with a chilly seasoned concoction of beef mince and onions which some liked; some didn’t. The dessert was small fruit mince-meat tarts with cream and a raspberry on top – very tasty as long as you didn’t eat the alum. foil they came in.

THE CIRCLE:  Caustic was handed the first down down for talking and showing no respect for the GM, then the hare Head Job and the beer sponser Pizza were called out. Shat spoke convincingly in favour of the Run and suggested it become an annual event; score 10/10, but with a sly deceitful grin.

The nosh was considered very tasty and was liked by batchelor Truck Tyres and he scored it 7.5/10. A good effort for a first-time hare with little assistance. It was suggested to Pizza that maybe his next sponsored brew be the crowd favourite – his black beer.

Returners Platypus ex Darwin and Mother Brown, not too sure where he’s from or why he is here  were given DDs.

RA caught Pile Driver and VD having a chat and leaning on a truck and were accordingly punished. He also extracted a couple of jokes from the circle.

He called the POW several times and eventually Mohomad El Flash-Her appeared in full jihad regalia.  Mohamod was very loud and threatening and looked the part with his head cover, long black beard, white outfit and bombs around his waist.

However we realised that it was only Flasher when Mohamod set out his prayer mat in the wrong direction. As most know poor Mohamad damaged his thumb last week when Ferrett tried to pull his pants down and a schuffle commenced, however in his belignerent state for some reason Moh. thought it was our beloved RA and handed the prick, with suitable CDs on Islam and the holy Koran to secure his spiritual salvation, to Circumference.

The RA succumbed gracefully under Mohamod’s  loud screams of guilty, guilty, guilty, it was you infidel, you infidel. I will blow us all up!

 ANNOUNCEMENTS:

 Christmas Party next Monday. Arrive 1700 behind Broadbeach Convention Centre for 1730 start. Any visitors $100; otherwise $25 for regular runners.

No RUN Xmas eve.

An early start 1700 on New Years Eve somewhere in Broadbeach. Ladies welcome, with free glass of champagne.

Splinter Lunch Friday 28th December. Reserve your seat at the table

Just as at the beginning of the Circle, serial interjector Caustic was given a closing DD for trying to set up his 80 year old mother, who is about to visit the Coast, with any willing Hasher of whom he claimed there were many of similar age!

The Moonbeams imposter Josephine closed the Circle at 2055.

Thanks Head Job for a memorable evening and Pizza for the free piss.

All the above is the gospel truth, as remembered by Turpin Sorenob aka Bent Banana

Run 1831
Date : 3rd December 2012
Hare : Kitchen Bitch
Venue : Trees Road, Tallebudgera
Runners 30

Weeks to someone else compiling this detritus – 27ish

Travelling down the motorway en-route to what seemed to be a sheep station somewhere in the outback, the radio announced that a particularly bad weather cell was approaching the venue from NSW. A quick check showed this to be the case; dark brooding and ominous clouds littered the horizon, illuminated briefly by spikes of lightning.

A ‘U’ turn seemed most favourable, but us hashers are made from sterner stuff than that. On arrival I saw that numbers were still high despite the imminent down pour, vehicles parked under trees sheltering from the likelihood of hail.

Out hare, arrived close to the time of departure and set us off into the greenery with rather inchoate directions. The trail appeared well marked at first with a few false trails but then, rather like a Chinese firework, which promises so much then splutters and dies with a sound similar to a fat man farting, it died on its arse (with some serious and lengthy searching required to find it again). These sections appeared to have been set on a bike, probably a Yami R1 or Honda Blackbird.

We were accosted by a local who informed us we were on private land, but, “it didn’t matter” so why bother telling us then dickhead?

We ran into a paddock, over a culvert, through a field and yet again the trail died. A message was received from the gods informing us to return to our cars or risk drowning. To say the rain was monsoonal would be an understatement. Fortunately none of us succumbed to neither lightning bolts nor large hail and after a regroup at the car park we reconvened to the bitch residence.

“Oh what a night” could have been the theme tune; first weather that Noah would have baulked at, then epicurean delights fit for a king. The smell of rosemary infused lamb roasting, flooded the nasal passages on the short climb up the verandah, the steady drip, drip was either raindrops or drooling hashers.

The feast began with roast sesame and cucumber salad, cherry tomatoes and steamed dim-sims (had permission been sought from Sir Prince for breaching his ingredient copyright?). The roast lamb was expertly carved and served drizzled with a caramelized onion and berry compote, served alongside herb-roasted potatoes, roast pumpkin, roast garlic, garden peas and bread rolls.

Dessert was presented in Master Chef style, cream cheese, Icing sugar and biscuit crumb parcels lying under mango slices, ice cream, biscuit crumbs and mango/passion fruit sauce. Several members of the pack commented that Kitchen Bitch would not be getting voted off tonight.

And so began the most entertaining circle for some time, DD for KB as Hare who was presented an elaborate fishing game.

Comments – Miscarriage stated “lovely run, missing street signs, no idea where I
was, grumpy private property owner” 8/10
– Sir AH stated “ KB has really lifted the bar, I’m glad it wasn’t fish, the food was touching ten/10” a general consensus ensued.

Returners – Miscarriage – Palm Island/Japan where 13,000 yen equates to
fifteen minutes
– Rock Hard – taken up gay artistic ballet

Crocodile informed one and all regarding KB’s generous offer for Ferret to call in for a coffee and then proceeding to go out, DD for KB, also how Pizza had driven the length of Trees road with the beer tap open, hence no drinks stop, DD to Pizza, who not to be outdone, topped up the drink from his own whilst drinking, this could be identified by the vertical red stripe on the front of his shirt.

The GM then iced the RA (that’s the kind of committee we are, well except the GM who let the RA have his DD) for an abysmal attempt at controlling the weather. The removal of Daks was insisted upon by Flasher.

POW, Botcho (you didn’t deserve that) selected the following candidates and asked the pack to vote – VD; email on Tassy list, Rockhard; naturism on the verandah and Flasher for taking a ride in the hare’s car.

Its not often people cheer for Flasher, but by god it was like the winning goal at a grand final. True to form, Flasher spit the dummy, throwing his DD on many, especially his mate Botcho and was handed the baby feeder. Poor form from an ex GM.

Crocodile, who seems to be increasingly enjoying the spotlight, took to the stage for an encore performance and charged Caustic for purposely ringing him whilst Mast%rbating and trying to make out another was in the room. Head Job immediately CAME to Caustics defence, you could say he really got behind him, and confirmed he was present also. DD for rule infringements if for nothing else. Rockhard is taking them both to the ballet next week.

Don’t forget – Xmas run 17th December meeting at rear of the convention centre, 5pm.

Apologies from Miscarriage who will be having a black Christmas and Rectum who will be leaving you in the capable hands of Croc.

Next weeks run – End of the spit – pay as you run? – drink as you run – a definite debarcle in the making, I will be laughing at you all from Koh Samui.

End of circle by Josephine.
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Big Thanks for a memorable evening to everyone who pitched in and particularly to KB for pushing the gourmet envelope.

On On

Rectum
Hang On a Sec
Don’t believe a word of it.