Run: 1802
Date: Monday 14th May 2012
Hare: Bent Banana
Venue: Carrara – Sewerage Memorial Run
Runners: 31 + 1

Weeks to AGPU: 3!!!!!!!!!! (Yes only three weeks)
HURRAY NOMINATIONS CLOSING SOON FOR HIERARCHY POSITIONS

DON’T MISS YOUR OPPORTUNITY TO PUT YOUR SNOUT IN THE TROUGH!!

31 eager runners showed at the graveyard site for the start of the run.

Bent Banana changed the tradition a little by starting the run here so that the now aging and somewhat “precious” group wouldn’t get too cold standing around in the sub zero temperatures awaiting the inevitable back markers. Smart thinking in fact, it’s a wonder it took us nearly 20 years to work this one out.

Standing around the site many were walking around gazing, wondering and pondering, “would I be next”, “should I book some space now”, “why the f.ck am I standing in a graveyard on a cold and windy Monday night”? Miscarriage had even brought his daughter to view the strange annual graveyard migration of the Hash.

Bent Banana finally gave us the brief to head off into the dark cold night for a quick and flat 30 minute run. We ventured north across the main road towards the Nerang railway station. We then wound around to the left and followed the road around which ended up just being a loop, allowing the trailing party to catch up and pass the front runners. Through the station to the bemused look of the patrons and station workers we continued. To the right was the check back as the pack then wondered aimlessly now trying to find the trail

. On left was called as we ventured towards the overpass. I tried cutting across the car park to catch up with the pack but was caught having to traverse a rather large wire fence.

On under the overpass we went and past the familiar sports club from run’s gone by. The arrows on the well-marked trail were even big enough for Blacky to have now taken the lead.

We then looped around the sports ground before finally ending up at the check at the rail overpass. A few ran for the road with others across the fields but finally we found the trail along the drain.

We crossed the drain and headed across the paddocks back towards the rail line before heading north again towards the graveyard in the distance. Some shiggy started to interfere with those wanting to short cut and I believe Botcho’s shoe was gobbled up in some mud crossing. The run brought the runners and walkers together as we climbed the final leg home and readied ourselves for the evening’s ritual.

Around the site of Sewerage’s resting place the port was handed around as Sir Prince gave his usual rousing speech honouring those who have departed. Many a good story followed particularly those of tonight’s host, Sewerage. As per usual Sir Rabbit concluded the evening service with his well-crafted composition honouring Sewerage and the other dearly departed.

It was then back to the cars for the quick trip to Bent Banana’s “Graceland” abode to finish the evening off in style. As usual Bent Banana had excelled and started the feast with gourmet pies, followed by an A Grade curry with an especially hot chilli sauce. This was then complimented by ice cream and fruit.

The GM called the circle and announced the top 10 Country and Western songs of the year. The run was given an 8/10 by Rectum saying he enjoyed it and the food got an 8/10 because no one else did and I thought it had at least deserved that.

It was noted that quite a few Hashers were departing overseas, many allegedly to Interhash. But we know many were also just trying to avoid their impending places on the new Hierarchy. But they needn’t worry as just being absent at the AGPU does not disqualify you from being chosen. Thanks again Bent Banana for another first rate evening.

Down Downs:
Bent Banana: Hare

Ross: Now called Hard On, something to do with his hearing and his surname

Cumsmoke: Being in close proximity to run last week but failing to attend (better offer)

Miscarriage: Failed to sing

Show Pony & Flasher: “Boot open incident” at last week’s run

Swindler: Not singing

Sir Slab, Sir Prince, GM, Jigsaw, Bent Banana, Miscarriage: On tour troop

Hard On: Not paying attention

Miscarriage: Frivolous charge attempt on Cumsmoke

Sir Cumference: Tardiness in advising outcome and our share of pending settlement claim

Hard On: (POW by Rectum) Lack of appreciation of new name

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On On from “The Desk”
Two Dogs

Run: 1800
Date: Monday 30th April 2012
Hare: Hierarchy 1800th Special Event
Venue: Budd’s Beach & Surfers
Runners: 42

Weeks to AGPU: 5
PLEASE NOTE NOMINATIONS ARE POURING IN FOR HIERARCHY POSITIONS;
DON’T MISS YOUR OPPORTUNITY TO PUT YOUR SNOUT IN THE TROUGH!!

What makes a person want to get involved in these things? I suppose the fact we had no choice in the matter would be a good place to start. I mean, let’s start with standing in Woollies for 30 minutes watching and waiting for 22 chooks to get drawn and quartered.

This was then followed by the episode of dragging an electronically (wheels) locked shopping trolley loaded with the above mentioned chooks and 3 kilos of coleslaw down the Gold Coast Highway. Then we have the emergency run to Aldi to get the dessert ice creams and extra booze. But I guess, in the end, nothing is better than seeing a meticulously planned event fall into place!

Such is the happenings at the Hierarchy’s 1800th run. The event which was supposed to begin at 6pm saw most arriving early at 5:30pm to Budd’s Beach, opposite the GM’s palatial Beach Retreat.

The 42 soles arrived to collect their signature bright red vests before tucking into the fine array of beers including birthday drinks provided by yours truly and Testicles (I think), thanks for that.
The pre run nibbles were of the usual high quality one could expect. At 6:40pm sharp the GM called the rabble to order and announced that Pizza, Veteran, Now Loved (for parking in the GM’s driveway) & another, who’s name escapes my fading brain cells, would be charged with pushing the earlier acquired shopping trolley, packed with tonight’s feast, to the run’s departure point.

The “A to B” 1800th run was soon underway with the trolley boys leading the way. It didn’t take long for the casual pack to stretch out as we approached Chevron island Bridge. The pack regrouped as the trail then headed over the lights and towards the Titanium Bar, a possible drink stop venue many thought.

No, as the meandering and now confused pack searched for more signs. Despite my calls (totally ignored) the pack continued south along the Highway but was soon suckered into the well construed false trail. All apart from Show Pony and a few others who had picked up on some early Intel on where we might be heading, on a cruise. Finally after some hurried cries of “On Back” the pack arrived at the docks.

After loading we were soon underway on the pleasant autumn evening with many choosing the upstairs deck for the pre diner drinks. As usual the waitresses were “outstanding” and the service of the highest order, with no Gossips in sight. The first quest of the evening was to see who could spot any extracurricular, after dinner, activities being played out at the many well lit palatial abodes we passed on our cruise.

Dinner was soon called and the line-up ensured with Black Stump having to take control of the unruly mob, so much so that I think he missed out on his serve of gourmet coleslaw, which accompanied the more ample feast of Woollies high grade free range chooks. Of course being a Hierarchy event the run and food automatically scored the highest possible 10/10 marks. Before things deteriorated too much, (too late to my thinking), the GM called the circle to order and asked Sir Prince Valiant to take hold of proceedings.

Sir Prince was present at run number #1 and gave us an account of that evening where he, Geoff Lewis, Terry Morrow and others formed the Gold Coast Hash on virtually the same night some 34 years ago and 1800 runs later. Sir Prince gave us a candid and humorous overview of some of his more memorable events, which is better than my memory of what he said last night. Following his rousing speech the GM presented Sir Prince with his Milestone award shirt for 1400 runs.

Other awards, some belated, included 1100 runs for Sir AH, 1000 runs for Sir Point Two (collected by the RA on his behalf), 800 runs for Botulism and Ferret (Shit! the Bastards are catching me!), 500 runs for Bent Banana and Moonbeams, 200 runs for Rock Hard, and 100 runs for Kitchen Bitch, Arse Up and Jigsaw. The awards were tastefully and thankfully presented by the night’s special event guests.

A couple of Down Downs were presented by the RA (I think) including Miscarriage for yet another failed election campaign with suggestions that maybe an earlier start, some campaign funding, an actual marketing plan of sorts, less rain, and utilising his campaign manager, Sir Point Two would assist should he ever be so stupid as to consider making another attempt.

Rectum was again put on notice re the missing pots saga amidst his continued denial of any involvement. Of course the Hierarchy were not left out and the snouts were soon back in the trough with all receiving their Committee shirts.

The two hour cruise soon wound to a conclusion and the pack wandered off into the night with some wisely departing for home and a few usual suspects not so wise, more to report at a later date no doubt.

I don’t think it has been since the Nash Hash in ’99 that we have attempted a boat trip so many thanks to Shat and fellow Hierarchy helpers for making the evening happen. Thanks to all for participating in another fun event and thanks to our “outstanding” helpers and staff on the night for serving up a great 1800th Run.

On On from “The Desk”
Two Dogs

Run: 1799
Date: Monday 23rd April 2012
Hare: Caustic Crusader
Venue: Crestwood
Runners: 38

Weeks to AGPU: 6
PLEASE NOTE NOMINATIONS ARE POURING IN FOR HIERARCHY POSITIONS; DON’T MISS YOUR OPPORTUNITY TO PUT YOUR SNOUT IN THE TROUGH!!
As much of a pest our hare can be at times, normally you must give him credit for the amount of effort he puts into a run and the nosh.

However things were about to change as 38 eager athletes showed up at the area known for many a Hash run in years gone past. The area is famous for the dropping of ashes of a past runner, First Hill Tanner, the gorilla suit in the tunnel ambush and the Vile discarding his dead dog escapade, to name a few.
The problem started when the over confident Hare decided that he had set such a well-marked run he figured he didn’t need to go and decided to stay back and have a few ales instead and f..k the pack! He did have assistant Hare, Head Job, in tow but he was to end up so far behind it turned out a complete waste of time. Anyway after the briefing we headed off into the beyond knowing it was due to be a long run with lots of hills and bush.
The first part looked good with lots of paper, chalk and flour on the bike paths and bush tracks. Inevitably, we ended up heading towards the famous tunnel and this is where things went astray. The cocky front runners of course assumed we had to go through the tunnel to the thrill of those who hadn’t done this leg before, and thus blindly lead us through.
As we dodged and weaved our way through the slush and rubbish the pack was now cursing the hare for leading us through the shiggy. At the other end the pack continued on what they thought was the right trail where in fact it was the out trail, as Rectum kept saying to deaf ears, and thus the wrong trail. The next 10 minutes or so had 30 odd runners appearing from all directions weaving their way back and forth through the undergrowth not knowing if they were on the right trail or not.
We eventually came across Aussie, going in the opposite direction, who said he was on trail and there was no way he was going back and continued on his lonesome into the abyss. The remainder of what was left of the lost patrol now found their way back to the road and followed local knowledge as we again picked up Ashmore Road and eventually the home trail.
Again we somehow missed the walkers and runners trail split and continued the quickest way home, on trail but again not the right one, or was it? Over the next half hour the pack continued to arrive in three different directions, clearly indicating the success of not having THE HARE on the run.
After numerous drinks, amid discussions of who did what trail and where did they go wrong and how they all found the right trail but still managed to come in three different directions, the super nosh of curry with appropriate bread and condiments followed by apple crumble, ice cream and custard was served, with plenty to go around.
In the casual sit down circle Botcho gave the run a 7.5/10 stating that “things look different in the dark”, the GM added it was well marked. The nosh was given a deserving 9/10 by the GM, amid a very very rare applause from the appreciative pack.
We also saw Sir Rabbit presented with the old trailer rego plates placating his fear of misuse as it had now expired and was still in his name.
We also heard that Flasher is soon due to appear on “Hot Seat” with (everyone loves to hate) Eddie McGuire sometime next week, stay tuned for viewing details as Flasher promised to give the Hash a plug.
Thanks caustic for another well planned and executed F/up.
PS Don’t forget the big 1800th action packed, fun filled event happening on the 30th April, START FROM Buds Beach, opposite the GM’s palace @ 6:00pm!!

Dress Code: Hash formal
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Down Downs:
Caustic: Hare
Head Job: Assistant to Hare
Done One Once, Violet, Lewinski, Ringbark, Ferret & Sir AH: Visitors & returning runners
Sandpit: Suggesting formal attire for 1800th, showing initiative and committee material.

Also only hasher in Miscarriage’s electorate, indicating at least one possible vote (pending bribe)
Miscarriage: Council contender, last chance to offer incentives
Blackstump & Miscarriage: Bump on head during run and for charging respectively
Caustic: Wrong address details as charged by Botcho
Veteran: Not mentioning Hash in Bulletin article as charged by Flasher
Pizza: Head butting Jigsaw’s car following recent outing
Flasher: Birthday Boy, thanks for the Crownies
Rectum: POW (from Kwakka), missing pot lids saga, appeal to follow

On On from “The Desk”
Two Dogs

Run: 1798
Date: Monday 16th April 2012
Hare: Flasher & Rug
Venue: Pacific Pines
Runners: 30

Weeks to AGPU: 8
PLEASE NOTE NOMINATIONS ARE NOW OPEN FOR FORTHCOMING HIERARCHY POSITIONS
Firstly before bagging the crap out of the run I must give a big thanks to the “Chipmunks”, as Caustic endearingly calls our Hares, for stepping up to the plate at short notice and putting on a good run and feed. That’s what Hashing is all about, well done Chipmunks.

Now where was I? The run Hare, Flasher, called the circle to order with map in hand and two drawings of international markings that apparently would be the hall mark of tonight’s run. Unlike those that Missing Link and Nasty had used in previous weeks, so the Hare continued. Also, being at Pacific Pines, it would be a flat run, and then the pigs took off for another lap of the surrounds.
Would it be the State Forrest or the hills to the north, we thought, as we ventured forth into the darkness and looming storm. Through the park, first check, on back (international one that is) and on right along the pathway. Up the incline, another check (possibly international style) and on left. After here it gets confusing as we soon headed off trail and into the seemingly endless hills and slopes of this well-known area, normally the domain of the missing Old Fart.

The Hares must have spent a fortune to get all the fields and bush slashed in time for our arrival as we continued our way along the bush and fence lines, upsetting the locals and their vicious and now upset mutts.

The rumbling in the ranks intensified as we continued upwards with calls of “ice the bastards” reverbing through the night. Up down and all around we continued as many of the pack started to slip and slide in the now damp and hilly conditions with Blacky, Miscarriage, Bent Banana and Miscarriage all involved in minor falls.

Bent Banana tripped and lost his glasses creating a minor delay as the pack stopped and searched the undergrowth for the missing lenses, soon found by Veteran. Miscarriage, back from his intensive campaign trail and study tour, pulled off an amazing recovery as he tried running down a grassy slippery slope only to nearly come undone. Stay tuned for his upcoming election speech in the local rag.

All was going to plan except, as we approached the hour mark, we lost the trail somewhere in the bush and strangely atop a hill, apparently someone had built a fence in the past two hours blocking the path. Secondly the rain commenced just as the hour ticked over, when we should have all been home high and dry.

Calls of the international rule of “every minute over the hour was a minute on the ice” echoed across the hills. We somehow came across the home trail and found the walkers but somehow again managed to climb the hills to the top of “where ever” before again losing the trail and sprinting home, the fastest way possible, in the now pouring conditions.

Back at home the rain intensified as the prawn crackers and almond starters were served, followed by the Singapore Noodles (and extra chillies), and finished with ice cream and fruit salad. Apparently poor old Rug had to do all the preparations by himself with Mrs Rug being hard at work in Brisbane.

Bent Banana commenced his run report with “what did we do to upset Flasher” and ended up giving him a 7.5/10 including his bonus point for volunteering to do the run at short notice.

Rug was given an 8/10 for his nosh by the GM himself. Meanwhile, Hash Cash, Blackstump was seen rounding up all available funds to help with the Hash making a tilt at the upcoming sale of his Ponderosa Ranch, at a bargain price no doubt.

Please contact Shat if you are attending the H3 Sunday lunch at Burleigh on the 22nd April
PS Don’t forget the big 1800th action packed, fun filled event happening on the 30th April!!
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Down Downs:
Rug & Flasher: Hares

Show Pony: To help heal his suffering due to ongoing gout condition

Miscarriage & Arseup: Drinking from wrong hand and missing such respectively

Flasher: Iced for 13 minutes, time over on run and for word abuse, altering RA’s words twoweeks ago.

Miscarriage: Tsunami evacuation story as accurately portrayed by Sir Prince

Truck Tyre & Arseup: drinking from wrong hand and missing such respectively

Caustic: Potential rule #1 infringement

Kwakka: POW, not agreeing with Missing Link (outgoing POW)

Michael: Visitor

On On from “The Desk”