Date: 7th January 2019……………………………
Location: Benowa …………………………………..
Runners:32……………………………………………..

Run Pictures

9th January. 2019

Benowa.

32 Runners.

The run was from Jig Saw’s residence. This was a spacious area with tables and chairs for all, with a great swimming pool which was utilised by tired runners on their return.

There was an easy and relaxed feeling among the runners after  their quiet time off over the Christmas and New Year period.  I was away for a few weeks and enjoyed bening part of this group of people again on my return.

On returning  from the run, there was a tasty dish and snacks available. The nosh consisted of tasty mince and spaghetti with fresh salads, followed by fresh sliced friut with cool white ice cream.

8.05.  Circle opened by GM Weekly. As nearly always as Winston Churchill.  This time with cigar from his very secret stock. He had learnt his lesson by not  leaving his cigar unsecured and being hijacked by light handed runners.

Guest runners. A big welcome to two of them. These were Hendrick and Lorens. They were called into the circle, after some friendly abuse they were Down Downed in normal fashion.

To pay respect to the Christmas and New Years runners, S-Bends, Truckie, Ferret, Blackie were called to take a Down Down while in the circle.

Our much loved hare, Jig Saw was called to take a Down Down in the circle.

Run Report.  First home with out a short cut taken was Bent Banana. The chalk marked  run arrows were easy to follow. Over all, a good run. A Down Down followed.

Walk Report.  Presented by S-Bends.  One check arrow was missed but soon found by walking back some distance.

Ice Man gave some report in Italian.  A further Down Down followed.

Charge from the floor. The RA directed this “New Shoe” charge to Arse Nic and Sir Botcho, and in true tradition, vile liquid was drunk from these receptacles. One sure way of destroying sensitive taste buds.

Jig Saw and Nasty were having a go at each other. Some thing about getting on top of each other. Sir Black Stump cooled it off by  giving a Down Down to these fighting cocks.

A story of debacles of an old and past GM was told.

Arse Nic was not off the hook yet. He had to take another Down Down for some uncertain reason.

Then it was the returning On SEC, FA  to  be called  into the circle. He returned from Thailand and questioned about this.  A welcome back Down Down was directed by Sweat Hog.

POW.   To  have a fair vote who would receive this covert award,  Madamoiselle Latrine, Ferret, Bent Banana  all whom had no shoes on in the circle were to be selected to receive the POW.  Ferret now is the proud wearer of this.

Committee Meeting. 23rd January 2019. Stay tuned.

Cocktail party.  Saturday 30th March 2019.

Next weeks run. Hard On will take care of this.

Quote by Winston Churchill. “ A nation that forgets its past has no future.”

“If you’re not a liberal at twenty you have no heart, if you,re not a conservative at forty, you have no brain.”

8:30 pm.  Circle closed.

On Sec.  FA.

Date: 31st December  2018……………………..
Location: Main Beach ………………………………
Runners:9……………………………………………..

It’s Run No.2148, on New Years Eve of all days.  Only the lonely and homeless with shit for brains would find themselves at Hash on New Years Eve.  And yes, as described, a motley mob of 6 misfits abandoned their loved ones to join their real family for another thrilling Hash night:Read More

Date: 28th December  2018……………………..
Location: Costa D’oro ……………………………..
Runners: 27…………………………………………….
Run Pictures………………………………………..

Winners are Grinners

Date: 24th December  2018……………………..
Location: Main Beach ………………………………
Runners:10……………………………………………..

Here are the HARD facts from the run – –

Xmas Eve and only a hard core of Hashmen were there, the ones with hardly anything better on Xmas Eve. For most,  it was too hard to break away from the season’s festivities, so a cohort of ten or so hardy Hashmen showed up. Our Supreme Leader, GM Weekly and his trusty assistant S Bends, the Dynamic Duo,  briefed us on the run, which he assured us being Xmas, would not be a hard run.
There was only one runner, Blacky, he headed off alone  and became a bit hard to see as he disappeared over the horizon .I walked with the  Supreme Leader Weekly and Slug,  (I always keep close to the GM in the hope of currying favours, but have hardly ever succeeded). We found the trail a bit hard to follow so we headed down Tedder where we passed bars full of hard core drinkers with hard faced chicks, spending their hard earned cash on expensive mojitos. It was not hard to see why they could not afford the deposit on the house
The run was all on hard surface bitumen, and we were instructed to yell out to Carefree as we passed his abode, for him to join us. However Carefree, being hard of hearing was waiting on the hard paved street and continued with us on to the yacht club.

Brew master S Bends after some hard bargaining with management had arranged Heinekens at $5. The small group was enjoying the coldies when in walked Shat and Hardon, they had ridden their bikes, not hard to imagine them getting the wobbles on the way home.
A local guy was coerced in to taking pics with everybody’s phone, when he got to Slugs he mistakenly bought up some hard core porn pics of girls from Slug’s dark side; he held it up for all to see.

From there on home a short walk back to the park was not hard to find, where S Bends had a variety of craft beers some hardly ever seen in bottle shops, including Newstead XPA, a delightful brew of 6.8% which he advises retails for $89 per carton, but he assured me was “cheap at that price” not hard to work out he is probably embezzling Hash funds with that mind set. Did Shat and Hardon have a few of these 6.8%’rs before venturing out home on the bikes?
Fullershit had his pride and joy, a brand new Mercedes camp van on display giving us a cook’s tour of the gizmos all very cleverly built in including a pop up roof with overhead bed, which would have been a bit hard to climb up to. Hard to know if he stayed the night at Main Beach as a test camp out.
As no RA there; Brengun related how ageing citizen Carefree going to last week’s Xmas run on the tram abused the Go card machine for being out of order until he discovered he was using his surf club card, case of hardening of the brain arteries.
The Supreme Leader called an end to the night and the mob dispersed with hardly a whimper.

Temporary Scribe

Brengun

( I found this report a bit hard to write)

Date: 17th December  2018……………………..
Location: Surfers Paradise ………………………
Runners:46…………………………………………..
Run Pictures……………………………………..

‘Twas the run before Christmas and all through Budds Beach not a creature was stirring – they had enough brains to stay inside because it was pissing pick handles.
The gathering of our staunch hashmen had soon demolished as much of the pizza as they could get inside them and, at 5:15 on the dot, they were off in search of fun and adventure, well, beer actually.
Sir Botcho, the trailblazer, lead the ragged mob through the streets of Surfers, avoiding the rain and puddles, while finding some very convenient photo opportunities along the way. Santa’s photo booth in Cavil Mall was taken over by the GM, much to the chagrin of the waiting punters.

Amid cries of “Merry Christmas” and “Ho Ho Ho” our faithful band surged onward to the House of Brews for a selection of their finest ales to taste.
Carefree and Brengun, among others, had already started, as they were smart enough to head straight there to avoid getting drenched.
Almost the entire gathering agreed that beer number five was shit. There is something about a mango beer that seems contradictory to common sense. Mademoiselle Latrine busied himself handing out platters of beer making sure that none was wasted.
Swollen Colon and his crackers were missed but, as we were right beside the Police Station, his absence was probably a good thing.
Then it was across the street for the evening nosh at La Porchetta.
Vicky was looking most resplendent in almost nothing. As usual, she was never short of company with the GM following her around like a lapdog “Just to make sure she wasn’t accosted by the lecherous hash hounds”. Brewtus, Arsenic and Skyhook, with eyes the size of dinner plates, were the bees round the proverbial honeypot.
Bent Banana was seeking solace and asked her for a hug. In true BB fashion he ended up burying his beak in her cleavage. Needless to say Vicki was not impressed. Likewise, she went crinkly-faced when Aussie thought it might be good idea to draw circles around her nipples.
Fanny Charmer and Sir Prince Valiant traded barbs about Labor’s latest housing initiative. And the highlight of the evening for the Caustic Crusader was when Lyon dismissed Kohli in the cricket and we had them at 5/100.
The RA was slightly miffed when Phantom and Sir Prince snaffled the last two Veal Scallopini dishes, especially as he had been waiting since the dawn of creation for his meal to arrive.
By now, someone had stolen S Bends’ whistle but the ever-resourceful Booze Master came up with another one to continue annoying the Christmas revellers.
The night deteriorated from there and the last thing I remember was downing pints of Guinness in Waxy’s.
And so it was.

On On

Sweat Hog

Circumference also has a few memories of another fun night of Hashing…