Run 1824
Date : 15th October 2012
Hare : Two Dogs (committee run)
Venue : Southport SLSC, V8 Handicap run
Runners 17

Weeks to Christmas run – 9

Numbers were anticipated at being lower this week due to our Hanoi contingent being absent (no tales of interest yet, I am awaiting a text) but despite this an eager group of runners and walkers assembled to watch the Hare chalking up grid positions on the footpath.

The running conditions were perfect, with a cool sea breeze gently stirring the foliage bordering the park. Anticipation was high and nerves edgy as hashers assessed their chances of bringing home the trophy (well an old t-shirt) muscles rippled and arms flailed as the pre-run warm up exercises took a serious turn (okay enough of the arty sh#t).

The course directions were issued, twice, yet still there were questioning looks. How long have we lived on the Gold Coast and done this run?

The walkers left, followed in waves by the rest of us, was it me or was there an element of speed being exhibited by most? It’s unbelievable that a few prizes that wouldn’t make it into a garage sale in Chirn Park (not yours Rabbit) could cause such competitiveness.

Starting from the back, with a marginally altered handicap, I followed the course down the seafront, turning right by the caravan park and leading left into Tedder Avenue. Running as a group were Veteran, Swollen, Flasher and the GM. We turned onto the V8 track then left into Macintosh park where I finally passed Swollen who was putting out a good pace.

The course turned left behind Red Rooter, unlike the hasher (could have been Pile Driver) who was continuing into Surfers. Left again back onto Main Beach Parade for the journey home.

Sir Rabbit was visible up ahead (well his bright green shorts were) as I caught him he pointed out the ‘ringer’ – circumference who was making like the Warner Bros road- runner on the home stretch.

Everyone was cheered home, a great effort put in by all.

After recovery, the food was half served, half self-served. Primo quality steaks, I will not call them minute steaks as a) they tasted of beef and b) they were more than four microns thick, served in bread with lettuce, beetroot, onions and tomato. Hash food at its best, simple, tasty and in abundance. It pissed all over the meal last week.

The GM took the high ground and called circle to order. The hare, masquerading as Yasser Arafat, was brought out for comment.

Pile Driver – “only three went past me yet I finished last, Flasher must have gone between my legs”

Close scrutiny of the course CCTV showed Show Pony and Latrine had taken an unauthorized course deviation. Ferret took out first walker and was proudly presented with a bag that holds nothing (still too good for him was the call).

Circumference took home a wine cooler for his efforts and I landed the obligatory unwashed shirt and a container for something called golf shoes (no idea what they are).

Returners – Swollen Colon – not doing much
Rock Hard – hopping between us and Perth
Visitor – Rocks off – recently in Sumatra (I’m assuming that’s the country
And not a person)

DDs

Show Pony – 500 runs
Pile Driver – Hashy birthday (beers provided)
KB/Aussie – Chef du jour
Aussie – Banking story
Flasher – whinging again, appropriate vessel used
Blackie – Winning another triathlon despite having to drop an age group

Iceman encouraged by the RA to regale us with another joke. Interest levels were maintained, as Bridget Bardot was included. Best effort yet, the punch line was delivered the same day and laughter made an appearance. You can only go down from here.

POW
Mdme Latrine pulled out Aussie/Croc/Rug and mentioned Missing Link and Caustic but handed it instead to Flasher, for ‘White Anting” also known as cutting your mates grass. Who would have thought of Flasher as some seedy little pervert? Flasher was presented with a Japanese DVD about elevating a donkey.

Next weeks run – Club run – Musgrave soccer club with hares – Cumsmoke and Elvis, god help us

End of circle by Ferret.

Big thanks this week to Two Dogs – Hare, Sir Rabbit – food organizer, Aussie and Kitchen Bitch for marshaling and cooking and Botcho for the photography especially as three were sick. Great effort guys.

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Some elements are true, such as my name and the date.

Early reminder from our Hierarchy
Keep Sunday 11 November free
You and your spouse, girlfriend, mistress or whoever are invited to Blackie’s Blistering Bike Blast which is likely to be held in the Pizzey Park area of Mermaid Waters. More details later.
I am hoping that there will be courses and leaders determined to suit the professional camp and the occasional riders & novices.
It is planned to have a ride around 11am followed by a few drinks and lunch.
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Bent Banana

Run 1823

Date    :           8th October 2012

Hare    :           Bent Banana (committee run)

Venue :           The Gem Hotel, Jacobs Well, middle of nowhere

Runners         70

Weeks to me not being in Hanoi – 1

Who knew what to expect, the first joint run in years, somewhere in the middle of no mans land, weather a bit ordinary, would we even make it in to double figures?

The large crowd, gathered at the venue, which was growing by the minute, suggested good things to come. Would the run and food live up to the hype?

The run, hared by our beloved GM took us in to the cane fields, well there’s really nothing else out here and the trail jinked backwards and forwards with several false trails. Despite being set predominantly in a field, the markings were good and the pack stayed together for most of the time.

The length had been broadcast as “in the forty five minute mark” yet the front-runners returned in a shade over thirty, a little professional rivalry on display then.

Without wasting any time the circle was convened and run (or overrun) by the Brisbane men’s hash and their GM – Scruffy, every time I heard his name mentioned by BB I thought he was his dog.

Even before the crowd had begun to settle, two hashers were sat on the ice, ha, this boded well for an entertaining circle.

The hare was brought out for an icing also (home trail crossed out trail) but as the hare is a GM a proxy was required. Veteran must have thought he said poxy, so he volunteered. (plus it was mentioned that he felt he is picked on at the Gold Coast for bitching about false trails and those who hide nearby).

A chorus of “drink more beer” to the tune of Advance Australia Fair was conducted by Sperm Whale.

Circumference was brought out and iced for gassing Flasher several weeks ago and Flasher had a DD. Radar was then iced for serving cup cakes the previous week. Was anyone safe from the ice? No.

Brissy RA called for blasphemers dressed as an Armenian apostolic priest (good job he wasn’t dressed as Mohammed or there would have been riots in Sydney)

Latrine had the Virgin Mary introduced to the least religious part of this body.

Even Optus was iced for Telstra’s Queensland timing error at the weekend.

Testicles handed the POW to Latrine for a gangbang involving two lady boys, not surprisingly; Latrine did not spill a drop.

Iceman Iced for being a fornicator (an old English word meaning, poor teller of jokes)

Both Hashers unable to be forgiven so shot with one bullet by Baron von Layup

No official end of circle, where were you moonbeams.

Next weeks run the unfairly handicapped V8 debarcle by two dogs at Surfers Paradise. Some of us don’t start until Tuesday.

Thanks to all who attended from both hashes, BB for haring and arranging the food and Brissy for a great circle. The suggestion of making this an anal event should be considered strongly. (Though preferably somewhere that cooks good food)

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Some elements are true, such as my name and the date.

Run 1822
Date : 1st October 2012
Hare : Rectum (committee run)
Venue : The Pizza Hut, Surfers Paradise
Runners 37

Weeks to Elvis next leaving the building – 52

Due to the unsettled period of weather, I had left it to the last minute to mark out the run, anticipating showers that never eventuated. The route for those who didn’t bother to complete the whole thing was – down Slatyer, over the canal to Upton, through the commercial estate onto Bundall, across into Elliot, St Andrews over Isle of Capri bridge, along boardwalk to Chevron, Thomas drive and on home.

Runners returned in a staggered fashion corresponding to which point along the route they had decided to give up. It appeared that Flasher and Iceman were about the only two to bother with the whole course.

The committee provided food consisted of –

Entrees – ham/cheese/mini sausage/liverwurst/crackers

Mains – German sausage/sauerkraut/red
cabbage/rosti/bratkartoffel/mustards/fresh bread

Dessert – Mixed strudel/ice cream/cream

Washed down with free Oettinger pils lager

What a lucky lot you are, we could have got you a sh%t t-shirt (which you would have given away)

DD for Rectum and Sir Rabbit, Hare and Nosh

Circle convened by the GM from the lofty heights of Pizza’s brickwork (brave man)

Iceman gave comment on the run “best run of my life, full of surprises, 7.7/10”
Latrine stated,” at least there were no hills”

Ringbark was asked to comment on the food but he had f#cked off earlier, Rainbow took his place and ventured “ Better than the Mc Donalds (what isn’t) we have had for the last three months” 9/10. Caustic suggested that Rainbow’s main menu had been filled with road kill not Mc Donalds.

Returners – Elvis – playing football
Rainbow – nomading
Phantom – busy
Head Job – something in welsh
Latrine – overseas

Visitors – Jeffrey/JD/Ken

Sir Cumference still receiving his religious orders so not with us, probably back after his circumcision.

DD’s

– Flasher for being under the radar (under everything in fact) and 500 runs completed for which he received a shirt outlining his correct run tally.

– Mr. Nice Guy (Botcho) Secretly back in training for the V8 handicap

– Caustic for having a female eagle on his hat

Sir Prince was requested to complete a structural appraisal of Pizza’s steelwork; Sir Prince declined but commented, “when the roof goes on, I’m not coming back”

POW – Shat – pulled out the following offenders

Cum Smoke – Burning out the Falcon
Testicles – Thrown out of Darcy Arms
Pizza – Thrown out of HIS eating establishment
Latrine – Thrown out of Lansdowne Pub due to bike

The winner was of course Testicles who really should have known better at his age

Next weeks run – Joint run with Brisbane, Gem Hotel, Alberton 630 start

Ende des Kreises durch moonbeams

Thanks to Kitchen Bitch this week for a sterling effort even though he’s not on committee and to the members of committee who left the GM and myself to do the washing up.

Hierarchy dishlexic!! Now I’ve heard it all

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Splinter Lunch 28^th September 2012

Venue Costa Packet, Orchid Avenue

Mein Host – Pizza

The large bench table was almost full as I arrived with my Dad in tow, extensions were added constantly as numbers eventually swelled to the heady heights of 42.

Clearly someone had done a bottle shop over, as there was enough wine on display to sink a large naval vessel.

The weather was beautiful and the setting not too shabby either, notable appearances by Mdme Latrine, Moonbeams, Links brother john, Nasty, Phantom together with the usual suspects.

Pizza issued the cry of 50% off all food, which went down like Devine Brown on Hugh Grant. The pasta looked just as good as the pizza; which was delicious and generous in portion.

As we settled the bill I realized that Pizza is to mathematics what Julia Gillard is to fashion, paying $40 for $37 worth of food is 108% to my reckoning, well at least we subsidized Sir Prince’s fillet steak.

Those with the stamina (or stomach capacity) adjourned to the Lansdowne Road pub for a roadie and a handful made it to the obligatory Darcy Arms to finish proceedings.

Is there a better way to finish a week? Okay strippers maybe. Thanks to all who made my Dad so welcome.

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Pizza seemed to have more to drink than most and was last seen being helped across the Chevron Island bridge in a wobbly state. Great birthday bash Pizza.

Run 1821
Date : 24th September 2012
Hare : Truck Tyres
Venue : Burleigh Waters
Runners 30

Weeks to my passport returning – ?

The day didn’t bode too well, an early attempt at a storm with more forecast to come. Arriving at the venue the skies told a different story and the slight chill in the air was going to make for comfortable running.

It was clear that there was a healthy head count and as, we embarked through a compound gate it seemed that the running numbers had swelled this week also.

The trail, which lead through the Burleigh Waters estates, was well marked, okay a few arrows had eroded in the earlier shower, but in the main we kept on trail. False trails and check backs were used to keep the pack together (the hare had obviously read last weeks trash) so after thirty minutes we were still as a pack. The front-runners swapped regularly and when we finally emerged onto Reedy Creek road we were still all together.

Past Bunnings over Reedy Creek road and into the industrial estate before emerging onto, then crossing, West Burleigh road and onto a graveled track. At the top of the track we climbed through a hole in the fence and then onto a council track, which undulated, between a series of bridges, skirting the edge of the water.

Once off the track we were sent down the hill towards Stocklands and just when you thought you were on the on home, the trail lead way from home (usually up another hill). Finally we descended, crossed Reedy Creek road again and back to the venue. A very good run indeed. Two words – Bench Mark.

The usual dipping chips had been dispensed with, in favour of some with more flavour, the dip was a little on the small side but tasty.

An Asian style chicken noodle soup was served as a starter with bread, this was followed by a Beef Provençale with carrots, courgettes and whole onions served alongside pasta and garlic bread. Dessert was freshly chopped melon and strawberries and ice cream doused with Grand Marnier. Looked as though someone was aiming for run and food of the year.

GM called circle and Truckie was brought out; this is the second run he has hared on the coast despite having only completed 32. The GM commented on both Kitchen Bitch and Mumbles with strong front running appearances before inviting for a Caustic comment.

“Magnificent, best run of the year, good use of arrows, route and new territory”. 9 ¼ out of ten, only minor complaint was we were over the hour by a few minutes. DD for hare, who incidentally provided the beers for his birthday, unlike you Show pony. Caustic was heard to be chuntering so DD by the GM.

Sir AH said of the nosh “Brilliant, none outsourced, only help was by KB who assisted to serve. “Grand Marnier fruit cocktail was beautiful”. Botcho (the olive maestro) critiqued “lacking salt” 7 ¾ out of ten.

Returners – Mumbles – travelling and flu
Sir AH – working – broke the wife’s foot (couldn’t quite get her over the balcony)
Swindler – working in Indonesia/Singapore where caught up with Magician
Kwakka – suffering from bad knee again

No RA this week, on a pilgrimage.

Belated pressy for the GM from testicles – an elephant calendar (from a seconds shop?) what happened to the bintang.

DD – Shat – 100 runs
Flasher – for fluency in Arabic
Caustic/Arse up/Shat – beer in wrong hand
Josephine – for doing a fine job at beer spotting

Story about the chipmunks from Botcho, about the Roosters from Cum Smoke and Miscarriage’s continued f#ck –ups that are his life by Sir Prince.

Iceman riding high on the success of his joke last week attempted another funny. I did say attempted.

POW – Rectum handed the prestigious award to Shat for doing so much for Hash last year and yet so little this year. Shat was so overcome by emotion, he collapsed with joy. Apparently he is a virgin POW, watch out next week Josephine I feel a guilt by association coming.

Next weeks run – Pizza @ his place, Committee run _ Oktoberfest, bring a German helmet??

Splinter lunch by Pizza this Friday, at an Italian on Orchid Avenue.

End of circle by Josephine.

Thanks to Truckie for a great effort on the run and food, my legs are still aching.

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