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Run: 1942

Date:19/01/2015

Location: Ashmore

Hare: Fuller Shit

Runners:29

Fullershit’s Titillating Run

The run:

“Now listen up you pricks, the fucking run is cancelled…now where’s the beer??”….such sweet and tempting words from our beloved GM on a night where the lightning was striking mere metres away from the start of the run, the rain was pelting down and the sky just kept getting darker and darker!

But no, like the idiots that we all are, we all jeered, booed and hissed our opposition to the words of our beloved GM, accusing him of being as weak as piss and a resounding chorus of “fuck you, we’re running tonight” echoed down Expo Drive at Ashmore and we were off into the rain, lightning and thunder, with yells of “on on”.

The hare, Fullershit, assured us that it was a good run, with a smattering of bush to traverse (in the middle of bloody Ashmore???) and that the run was marked entirely in pussy-pink tape tied to trees and other objects!

The walkers, well, who gives a toss anyway? Fullershit pointed down the road and said “you old codgers, just go down there and when you get sick of walking, just turn around and come back!” Your faithful substitute to the substitute scribe is guessing that a very few of them went on the “walk” as upon his return not one wet shirt was to be seen! They probably all found the beer eskys and said “bugger going out in this shit!”.

A pack of about six runners, yours truly included, trusting in the leadership of our RA and Two Dogs, set off across Expo Drive, straight into grass and mud, turned left and were lost from the start. Someone was heard to utter “whose bright idea was it to follow those pricks??” as we all doubled back and needless to say, were now at the back of the pack. In true defiance of our catchcry of “no man left behind”, needless to say, your faithful substitute to the substitute scribe was left behind, huffing and puffing and wheezing his way through the muddy swamp until he came to Nerang-Broadbeach Road, whereupon the instructions from the hare was to go under the road, not over it, as it is a fairly dangerous road-crossing in peak hour. Trusting these words, several of us went through the drains under the road and were in mud up to our knees and in danger of being swept away by the ever-rising rushing torrents of water…wouldn’t that look great in the newspaper..”elderly runners drowned in Ashmore drainage channel”.

Some hashers were seen to be cheating on the run instructions and diced with death in crossing the road, only to be met by further mud and crap everywhere. The so-called bush that we were supposed to run through in fact turned out to be a wasteland of discarded bottles, unearthed Aboriginal and white fella middens, cannabis party meeting points, discarded car and building parts and other such crap, all likely to cause mortal injuries if one were to be unfortunate enough to fall into it. This whole area reminded me of the pictures I saw in a museum in Hanoi of the destruction caused by incessant carpet-bombing by the Yanks and Aussies…it was a bloody war zone!! ….and all this in the middle of Ashmore!!! You gotta love the Hash…such variety!

Up hill, down dale, through mud and shit and for some reason the lyrics to a long forgotten song by Redgum came to mind…”A four week operation, when each step can mean your last one on two legs.

It was a war within yourself
But you wouldn’t let your mates down ’til they had you dusted off
So you closed your eyes and thought about somethin’ else

And then someone yelled out “Contact”, and the bloke behind me swore
We hooked in there for hours, then a God almighty roar
And Frankie kicked a mine the day that mankind kicked the moon
God help me – he was goin’ home in June”

Any minute I expected a sniper to come out from behind one of the wrecked cars and mow the bloody lot of us down, but no, I had to remember that I was only in the middle of bloody Ashmore!

It seemed like we’d been running for hours but we were across a main road from where we’d just started…probably a kilometre away from our starting point. Two Dogs was heard to say “fuck me, it seems like we’re miles away but my computer says we’ve gone 1.4 kilometres”. it was interesting to see the rear of the wrecking yard that I frequent often, the back of the Endeavour hostel, the cement works, and other such fascinating sights. It’s a good thing some of us have a perverse fascination with industrial landscapes!

Fullershit must have gotten bored with marking out the run in the rain earlier that day because it came to a bit of an abrupt end, just as we were “getting into it” and begging for more bush. However, the sight of the three strands of pussy-pink tape marking the way home after about 4 km was seen by some as a blessed relief.

Back we all came to the start of the run at Fullershit’s factory, all looking like drowned rats and cursing the insufferable humidity. Most of us had been sensible enough to bring changes of clothes and there were shoes, shorts, singlets and underdaks flying everywhere as we donned our dry nosh gear. Thank goodness Fullershit had left the airconditioning on in his showroom as the more sensible of us went in there to cool down, pretending we were vaguely interested in the merchandise on offer.

Speaking of merchandise on offer, you gotta give it to Fullershit, he certainly outdid himself in engaging the services of one of our trusted waitresses to “assist” in the service of grog and food, but more about that a little bit later.

The Nosh:

The first course of the Nosh was skewers of BBQ’d crocodile, kangaroo and koala, all served with great skill by the likes of Ferrett and several others, including of course our waitress Crissy. This young lady certainly has at least a couple of good points, and service with a smile is one of them…she serves, we smile!!

The mains was a lovely roast…bugger me if three days after the run I can remember what type of roast, but obviously one with which you use Cranberry sauce…delectable it was…..the meal that is, or was it the waitress??

Dessert was freshly diced mango and gourmet ice-cream. All absolutely superb.

One visitor, Bomber said “do youse blokes eat like this all the time?”…to which we all responded “of course we do, why do you think it’s called the fucking gourmet hash??”

Circle:

Twenty seven hardy souls gathered into a loosely formed circle, which didn’t start until well after nine o’clock as we were all otherwise distracted in erudite, deep and meaningful conversation with our only female attendee, oh and of course making our visitors feeling welcome as well by engaging in bullshit banter with them.

The usual frivolities happened at circle with “down downs” for this and that and of course the icing of ‘Flasher’, who by now just gets iced and “down downs” simply for being, well…Flasher! There was another icing of sorts but as this document is up for what is essentially public viewing, suffice to say “onya Crissy, you’re a good sport luv!!” She certainly made a couple of fine, outstanding points as a result of the icing!

Prick of the Week went to Fullershit, reluctantly passed on by Josephine…oh my goodness, the POW regalia will never be the same again! Don’t anybody dare wash it!!!!!

All in all, a wonderful evening had by all and once again, thanks Fullershit for making it such fun for us all…just proving that growing old disgracefully is the only way to go!!!

Fanny Charmer

Substitute to the Substitute Scribe

Run 1941

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Run: 1941

Date:12/01/2015

Location: Pacific Pines

Hare: Botcho

Runners:34

JE SUIS BOTCHO!!!

In a week when Paris -the city not Hilton- the planet’s epicentre of all that is ‘lurv’ and ‘haute couture’ – became the latest metaphor for Islam, i.e. religion of peace and the Hijab, we can take comfort in Churchill’s chilling wisdom that: “no two terrorist are alike”. And, as more and more hardcore terrorist organisation spring forth, so too did the news this week that there exists an active terrorist cell here on the Gold Coast…. in fact, right within the GCH3. While this may not come as surprising to those with a yearning for the next conspiracy theory, the revelation of its figurehead was indeed a bombshell. Indeed, those within the inner sanctum of the Gourmet Hash had naturally assumed that Flasher – the GCH3’s most passionate and most vocal anti Islam crusader – was its leader (or ‘Grand Muff’ as he is normally referred to).

But they were all wrong.

Indeed, when Botcho emerged – sandwich board over the shoulders – with the words:

Je suis

BOTCHO

GRAND MUFF

the GCH3 membership was stunned; Botcho, a fucking terrorist, how could that be? The bloke’s everyone favourite uncle, a most lovable, decent, honourable man. The world’s gone bloody bananas!!!

As chance would have it, Botcho was also the Hare for Run 1941 at Pac Pines last Monday. He laid down the law from the get go:

-“Now listen up you bunch of bastards and listen good ‘cause I’m only saying this once. This trail’s cherry-ripe for you to absolutely lay waste to it…so get in there, hard, and demolish the fucking thing… and take no fucking prisoners…

Now fuck off!”

At first glance it looked like this would be just another bog standard GCH3 run but, on this occasion, first appearance was deceiving; for as soon as we’d climbed a little bitumen hill, Botcho sent us in Jihadist training terrain. The trail followed what would usually be referred to as a peaceful, meandering brook but since the Gold Coast has been deluged by 3 metres of stormwater recently, the brook had turned into a wild, treacherous torrent. As a result the trail was overgrown to buggery and running was made all the harder for the long wet grass and fallen trees. The washed away trail became so slippery it was like a slippery slide; many of the more inexperienced hashers became concerned:

-“Don’t get me wrong, I love hashing” panted Fanny Charmer, “but I’d rather hash when it’s dry that way I don’t get a wet arse from sliding on it”…

The pack eventually made it to the 3rd check with 3 alternatives on offer: 1. down the hill, 2. up and along the wild river or 3. through the river and up a bloody big mountain.

-“I reckon it’s down here” said a circumspect Circumference opting (as is his nature) for the easy out.

Hard-as-nails-hasher Sir Prince Valiant scoffed:

-“No fucking way… it’s across the river and up that fucking mountain, no risk”. He stepped into the water and was immediately fighting the unrelenting current. Soon the pack followed him for they knew… here was a true leader. Lurch stepped in with Sir Rabbit on his shoulders for fear that he may drown. “What about me?” screeched the midget Miscarriage “I don’t wanna die” but no one gave a toss…

As the pack crossed to the other bank they looked liked bewildered Wildebeests emerging out of the crocodile infested Serengeti River. “Fuck me” said Sir Slab “that was bloody close”. But if he thought this ordeal was over he was badly mistaken. The mountain ahead was a muddy slippery dip and it took great courage and guts for the pack to finally conquer it. At the top Brewtus said: “I’m fucked fellas, I can’t go on…”

Someone said: “What’s happened to that Pommy bastard from Singapore?” to which came the reply: “Who fucking cares…hopefully he’s been washed away and that’s the last we’ll see of ‘im. That’ll teach him being a Pom”.

As the light got dimmer and rain began to fall once more, the spent pack ambled their way back home and some well earned hooch.

Sir Black Stump was first ‘crit’ in the Circle and he blathered on and on about the good ole days when hashing on the coast was; -“Back then it was bush, bush and more bush…Hashing was a bloke’s domain, when hard runnin’ and hard drinkin’ was all we cared about. You copped a hiding for lack of shiggy on the run but these days you cop one for not providing dessert with your gourmet nosh…the world’s gone fuckin’ mad.”

Fanny Charmer (or Molasses to those who know him well) thought the run was: “Excellent really…… My arse is still wet from sliding down muddy hills but I’m sure that it’ll dry in good time so, an excellent run really!”

Cumsmoke was asked to crit the Walk and he thought it was “excellent”. No, really.

Shat spoke about the Nosh and he thought it was “bloody great”. The chicken shnitzel was cooked to perfection and the Bruchetta was “fucking amazing”. However, on a slightly sour note, he was a ‘smidge’ critical of the Hare for “lack of providing enough dessert”. Little did he know that by the time he was ready for it, Show Pony and Fanny Charmer had both scoffed half a Pav’ each and left fuck all for others.

SPV handed the ‘Useless’ shirt to Miscarriage for the questionable crime of “too many down downs the previous week”.

Ferret, looking oh so dignified in full Prick-of-the-Week attire, thought Weekly should be the PoW, or maybe Flasher, or then again perhaps it could be…. before he finally settled on Not Tonight (Josephine) for an assortment of heinous crime.

As the night unfolded and drinks flowed freely, Botcho, finally relieved of the clandestine cloak he’d been wearing all these years, was in full cry:

-“The problem with modern, new-age terrorism is that it’s lost its sense of fun. I’ve been terrorising people all my life but my version of it is terrorism with both passion and good humour. When I was a kiddy I used to terrorise old Mrs Knight next door because she wouldn’t give me my cricket ball back when I thumped it over the fence. To teach her a lesson, I’d collect a bucket full of cane toads and when she’d be putting the washing out I’d drown them in kero, light ‘em up and throw them over the fence. So fucking hysterical seeing these fireball toads hopping around her backyard while she shuffled around trying to avoid them…

We formed the (Gold Coast) ‘Cell’ soon after the Ayatollah Hoemeini had issued a fatwah to kill Rushdie; we supported the Ayatollah one hundred percent. The ‘Cell’ decided to issue its own ‘Fatty Wah Wah’ simply because his book The Satanic Verses was so fucking boring. I struggled through the first chapter and couldn’t find one word with a hint of humour in it. On that basis alone Rushdie deserved his ‘Fatty’. We even passed the hat around raising money to have his humour by-pass reversed but he’d disappeared by then and it remains on the ‘to do’ list.

We, in the Cell, are devotees of His Arseholeness Saint Hooch or HASH for short. We believe and strongly advocate drinking heavily and comedy. That’s what we want to impose on the world. Our motto is “Suck more Piss and don’t let the truth get in the way of a good story”. If you can’t live by these fundamental principles then be prepared for bombs or murder. It’s that fucking simple!!! And I don’t mind telling you, I’ve dropped my fair share of bombs over the years, particularly after a fiery Vindaloo or a rich Beef Rendang. Mexican triple fried beans can also do the job but those bombs aren’t quite as pungent…

As for murder, I’m bloody proud to have committed more in my life time than I’ve had hot dinners. I murder a couple of Boags and a red every Monday for starters…..”

Bent Banana continued: -“The great thing about Botcho is that he doesn’t discriminate; he’ll just as easily murder a Jacob’s Creek rough red as he would a top of the range Grange. My cellar’s been on the receiving end of many of his murderous rampages…”

Botcho had the final word: “Terrorism is the way of the future; our God HASH is the only way and look out those who defy us: we will drink to your health and kill you with laughter.”

On2,

Acting On-Sec

BallPoint

Question: What is Bill Kearns talking about on the bar talk video
Clue…watch the video

Next weeks hare Fuller Shit

Fuller Shit will be taking orders for his new Hasher Assist Invention

Run 1940

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Run: 1940

Date:5/01/2015

Location: Merrimac

Hare: Nasty

Runners:35

The “run of the year” as it has been described by the hare, Nasty, certainly was a night to remember and lived up to its promise of “back to basics”, both in terms of the run itself and the nosh that followed.

Executive Summary:

Tonight’s run…muddy swamps, grass as high as our chins, barbed wire fences, creek crossings, barking dogs, rain, mosquitoes and midgees, Aldi party pies, curry, beer, wine, fun and hilarity in the circle…this is what we came here for!! A great night had by all..thanks Nasty!!

The Run in more detail:

At the start, 35 of us set off through the long grass of the park at the end of Jondique Street in Merrimac, with some confusion as to who was running and who was walking. All participants set off at a mighty gallop, giving the impression that all were running, including Showpony and Moonbeams!! Needless to say, several soon slowed the pace, some to barely a crawl whilst those of us made of stronger stuff continued to follow the paper trail and the arrows which appeared to have been drawn with a piece of rock rather than chalk. The false trails started before we had even left the park with one hasher heard to utter “oh no, not this shit already”, when confronted with a trail leading into “snake territory” and a large impassable fence. Off we then set through the streets of Merrimac, but very quickly into bushland, at first able to be traversed quite easily but then another apt comment being heard along the lines of “I thought the prick said that the water had all gone” as we negotiated swampy mudflats and other water-courses.

Flasher, in his usual shirtless style, went off on his own tangent, never to be seen by the majority of us again. The rest of us tried to stay together but the swamps got the better of us and at one stage a hardy pack of about six of us, foolishly following Truckie and Circumference, negotiated about two kilometres of grass that was up to our necks in height and at the end of which we had to cross a creek that had us in muddy water up to at least knee height. Someone was heard saying “I like a bit of shiggy but this is ridiculous!”.

As if that wasn’t enough, we then had to get through a barbed wire fence and it was here that our team skills excelled, with Circumference using a stick he had found to hold the barbed wire open enough to allow the other hardy souls to cross into a clear paddock. One comment was “how the f*** did Nasty get through here??”

After a gruelling 7.2 kilometres, topped off with a significant downpour of rain, we all made it back to the starting point where the triple pop-up shade tent had been put up and the tables and chairs all set up under it to protect us from the rain, not that it mattered much as we were all soaked, muddy and looking like drowned rats. Thankfully some of us had been briefed by Nasty at the Warriors breakfast and we had a change of clothes to get into! Definitely the best run of this calendar year, but as Sir Rabbit said “…but it will disappear into oblivion!”

The Nosh:

The Nosh apparently started off with corn chips and dip but by the time yours truly had gotten himself back and dried off, that had of course all disappeared, obviously devoured by the walkers who had expended so much energy and needed immediate sustenance! The party pies then came out with some dubious looking sauces also on offer. The pies were announced as being the main course and the portion control Nazis tried to limit us to one pie each! Most of us thought that was total bollocks and took at least two pies each, with Botcho allegedly helping himself to at least six of them! Poor old Fullershit took two pies, both of which had no filling at all. Doesn’t say much for the quality control at Aldi!!

The real main course turned out to be a mince curry of sorts, served with white boiled rice…Phantom said that “on a scale of one to ten, I would rate this as a zero!” to which Nasty responded “wait for the after taste!!”. Presumably one would think that for there to be an “after-taste”, there firstly has to be taste!!

Dessert consisted of what I think was chocolate cake and custard in a plastic cup, garnished with strawberries, a chocolate-covered sultana and a chocolate biscuit stick. Not bad really but there were three left over, which is an indication of sorts as to its quality.

When yours truly started complaining about the mosquitoes over dinner, Weekly’s response was “you need more booze in your system!!”

The Circle:

Just as Nosh was coming to an end at around 8.10pm it was time to “circle up” and the rain started again. GM directed all tables to be cleared so circle could be under the cover of the tent, resulting in a bit of GM abuse with some saying “let’s have a sit-down circle!” but the GM would have none of that nonsense.

Visitors and returning runners were welcomed warmly and it was nice to see Bondage, Shetland, Magician (our rep in Ho Chi Minh city), Pile Driver and Brewtus back in the ranks. All received a down-down for gracing us with their presence.

Sir Blackstump was asked for his run report to which he responded “lovely to get back into the mud and have it squelching between your toes…it gets rid of the tinea..we even had rain, another great touch!”

Flasher concluded it was an “excellent run” but said he is sick of people calling him a “short c**t” all the time and threatened to hit those that do so with his giant plastic dildo!

Our esteemed RA was in good form tonight, professing at the start of his rant, err, sorry, sermon that he had done a lot of research into ICE and its effects on the human body, at which point he immediately then called Miscarriage to the front for his icing for having botched his Christmas lunch by buying one solitary bag of ice to keep $400 worth of seafood fresh for his lunch guests. Needless to say the whole lot went off due to not being kept cold enough. This also deserved a down-down (no. 1).

Miscarriage then entertained us with the tale of his twin brother’s antics at Hollywood Showgirls nightclub. Down-down again (no. 2). Miscarriage then proceeded to nominate Rug as representative of those charged with leaving bottle tops all over the place at Miscarriage Manor at Gilston last week.

Third down-down for Miscarriage was for his shoe left securing the bed at another hasher’s house. Very suspicious indeed! Miscarriage’s fourth down-down was for wearing a women’s hash (Singapore Harriets) t-shirt at a men-only hash. Miscarriage’s FIFTH down-down was for having the Useless award, passed on with all due grace by it’s previous proud wearer, Truckie.

Ferret took a down-down for forgetting the Prick of the Week regalia. Well deserved after tipping the ice-tray all over your trusty scribe’s feet!!

That just about concluded all business and Moonbeams closed the circle in his usual inimitable style!

Reminders:

9^th February will be Ballpoint’s 50^th birthday run and he requests that all hashers wear a Hawaiian shirt to mark the occasion.

Fanny Charmer

Substitute to the Substitute Scribe

Question: What did Flasher bring back from the run?
Clue…look at the pictures

Run 1939

Gold Coast Gourmet Hash

MOVIE MARATHON of the Year Screened at the new NASTY BAR with screening of Vietnam, Croatia and Philippines recent release movies by Nasty Spellburg.

The Hash House Harriers was formed at the Selangor Club Chambers in Malaya in 1937/38 by E.J Galvin, Malay Mail, H.M Doig, A.S Gispert and Cecil H. Lee. Rumor has it that Gispert was the real ideas man who created the Hash and he was also a Walker and a Bike rider. Tradition continue today with this group of GCHHH who are also excellent athletes.

Auction of the year

A generous donation of this never ever worn Georgiou Armani suit valued at $3000 has been kindly donated by Nasty ( too small for him now) . It will be auctioned at the next Hash Nasty run with proceeds to go toward the AGPU entertainment. Don’t miss this auction event of the year to be the best dressed GCHHH.

GCHHH Shat on 30 December decided to go looking for the Air Asia missing plane and took a flight to same location as missing plane. As a Warrior he holds no fear as he heard that lightning never strikes twice in the same place. Shat decided to take the same Air Asia flightpath and is seen flying in the same location as missing plane. Looking out the window with his eagle eyes it appears he spotted the missing aircraft lifejackets and doors. Well done Shat!!

Run 1939 with Miscarriage at early start time of 5pm

Promoted as the Bush Run and Trailer Nosh of the year.

Will Miscarriage be able to break the mould again this week?

Will the run surpass Miscarriage’s last Cow Paddock Bush run heralded as Bush Run of the Year.

Location was looking good as Fuller Shit soon got bogged in the heavy mud!!

A group of 30 dedicated athletes circled around the bogged hash trailer,took out a few chairs, opened a cold beer and immediatly relaxed.

Thanks Miscarriage for buying this land so you could provide a unique hash location.

The pre-run briefing from Miscarriage was as always lots of waffle and there were as usual those mumbled words …“run that way and find the trail marked with paper and come back down that mountain slope”

The GM was unable to call the rabble to order as RA Caustic reported he was out fishing for baitfish on the continental shelf and had already has 11 beers by 11am. He was reported to be in high spirts and we would be unlikely to see him today.

With that Miscarriage sent the group on their way at 5.16 pm with words “ you wont miss this trail and its a great run’ .

After last few weeks of the so called Best Bush Run of the Year followed by the so called Best Trailer Nosh of the Year that in fact were total debacles this was looking very good for Miscarriage.

The Run Warm Up

Yes…we do see some of our runners actually do stretching before the run as they now sit in chairs as they exercise and stretch their thumb over their IPhones.

The Run

This picture says it all!!! He ran this run twice in one day!!

Miscarriage spent considerable effort in setting this well-marked Bush Run. We guess he has the experience so it was expected to be a good run.The runners and walkers moved up the grassy hill that just kept going up and up and up.

The only relevant clue was the final information that Miscarriage would be standing at each “check” to make sure no one got lost and all did the full run. Good work Miscarriage to keep these bastards honest!!

Very quickly runners moved forward passing all the wobbly walkers as they strugged up the slope.

Miscarriage knowing the way led Flasher , 2 Dogs ,Bent Banana, Sir Black Stump , and Botcho as leading the runners up the hill Miscarriage’s run was all looking very good with heaps of bush, mud and rough terrain!! There was to be no bitumen road on this run.

It was noted that this week there were no International investors on the run so why did the run go over every square KM of Miscarriage’s new proposed Subdivision called “Burkeland”??

Lurch, Sir Slab, Fanny Charmer , Head Job ,Rug ,Iceman ,Caustic and 2 Dogs were in full flight up the hill. Miscarriage was waiting at the checks to make sure each hashman went the right way ..well done Miscarriage for your assistance.

On On was then called several times on the run as the group all moved across the bush up hill and down dale and were saved by Miscarriage with his assistance to get them going the right way.

Most runners this week did do the full run it was by all accounts a excellent run .

The first runners back via the correct trail down the hill to the trailer were Flasher 1^st,

Sir Black Stump 2^nd and Bent Banana 3^rdwith Botcho and 2 Dogs close by.

2 Dogs reported run time of 46.05 minutes..Run distance 75.1 km. Area covered 8.5 sq KM with a average pace of 9.06 min /km ..Well done runners.

Caustic and Missing Link came in next in 56 min followed by Lurch and Rug .

It appears that Sir Rabbitt decided to walk this week so he could tell the walkers all the stories of his alcoholic christmas parties.

Run Critic Fanny Charmer noted “ Best Run of the year so far”. Hare Miscarriage put in a lot of effort and experience for this run but again failed to provide a drink stop.

Two Dogs also got in on the act and commented “Amazing how he found new territory after all the runs from here” ..

Great effort Miscarriage for an excellent Bush Run.

The WOBBLY Walkers

As always a big group of wobbly walkers lined up at the starting gate.As the walking group is getting slower and most of these geriatics in the past weeks have made little effort to move away from the Nosh and Booze area but tonight was different. The excitement and smell of the bush gums got them going.

Again we see those ex runners, Sir Rabbit , Rockhard, Circumference, this week joined with Slug to the ranks of the dedicated professional walkers. It seems that they are they now permanent walkers?

Weekly showed no pain as he too raced up the hill.

Once at the top of the first hill we see the lead walker Kwakka giving directions

The dedicated professional walkers, with Miscarriage’s guest Ron and Son of Swindler Darren , with Fuller Shit , Blue Card , Hard On , Weekly, Ferrett & Swindler all moved out a brisk pace up the hill which they kept up the good pace for the 5 km walk. What great comraderie these brave bunch of Hash Walkers continue to experience.

First walkers back over the hills and down the dales and across the mud were Son of Swindler Darren with Blue Card and the Big O.

Back to the safety of the trailer the walkers enjoyed a cold well deserved beer

The Nosh

For the Hare Miscarriage it was always going to be a hard act to follow after his last Miscarriage effort that at this stage was voted “The Best Trailer Bush Nosh of the Year?” As promised by the GM Kitchen Bitch the hash in now truly back into gourmet.

Real Bush, Trailer, Great Location and with hygiene totally forgotten as the nosh chef Miscarriage took off his sweaty shirt and proceeded to handle all the food with his so called dirty little spotless hands!!.

Portioned controlled to perfection so no waste it was help yourself food.

Cheeze platter with Greek Olives

BBQ Black Angus steak with Gourmet Sausages and Salad

Fresh mango fruit salad

Resident food CriTic Lurch Who had only 1 helping of steak and SAUSAGES ( no second helpings as portioned controlled) OBVIOUSLY appreciated the food:

…………“Great food and at last back to Hash basics”

Well done MISCARRIAGE FOR providing the NOSH WITH NO outsourcing. except for assiastance by your old mate Ron .a Great effort that helped to make this ANOTHER REAL hash night of true HASH nosh in a great location in the BUSH.

The Bush CIRCLE

Contrary to the report by RA Caustic that the GM was seen heavily intoxicated in control of ship, the GM did appear to supervise the Nosh and run the bush circle.

The GM appeared in Katmandu Hat with Hash Chains and with his trademark Moses Staff but someone commented that he did small a bit fishy and really need his staff ( meaning the RA) to hold him up!!

DD to:

Rod ( Friend of Miscarriage who advised Miscarriage is also known as Millimeter)
Miscarriage for the Hare and Nosh
Ferrett for proudly wearing his Xmas T Shirt
Missing Link for not wearing his Christmas T Shirt and for posing in his calendar when on Hierarchy
Visitors Rod and Darren Son of Swindler
Nasty presented doctors certificate to save himself an Icing
Head Job as returning runner
Miscarriage for false change on Sir Rabbit for a so called prohibited import
Iceman joke this week went down well. A great “Heaven arrival joke” Iceman after recent pathetic failed jokes.

Sir Black Stump proudly presented to Miscarriage the original Black Stump. No doubt this will find a pride of place on the new “Burkeland” subdivision.

Useless Shirt

Yes…still with Truck Tyres wherever he is?

Prick of the Week

Awarded by Botcho on behalf of Cumsmoke to Ferrett (yes..spelt with 2 rr’s and 2 tt’s) for failure to read directions from Botcho.

Gift for GM

Once again with tears in his eyes saying “the best gift so far this year” the GM accepted an amazing gift and thoughtful gift from Nasty. This highly prized possession of Nasty has now been handed over to the GM. The highly prized Gold Coast Fishing Jacket is now with a new owner. Nothing could turn on our GM more. Well done Nasty for an well thought gift.

GM Report

GM advised next week run will be by Nasty!! Our GM has personally promised to assist to ensure that this event so it is not as predictable as suspected. Good Luck GM if you can pull this off!!

NOTE: The Nasty run will NOT be held in the Aldi carpark and there will NOT be Aldi pies served for Nosh

End of CIRCLE …….by FERRETT @ 8.14 pm

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