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Run 2040…Hare: Jigsaw

Run 2040

Date:28/11/2016

Location: Benowa

Hare: Jigsaw

Hashers:35

A few hashers made their mark as the entered the venue at Jigsaw’s residence. Stubbies fell out of eskys and cartons onto the ground and Swindler sampled the cherry tomatoes growing in the garden. As the numbers swelled, the clock ticked over and soon the hare advised the walkers to go left and the runners right. Miscarriage and Missing Link were the only runners to actually stay on trail as most of the pack dropped off in various stages due to the humid conditions and the thought of icy cold beer awaiting them back at the venue.
The entrée of Jigsaw’s home made dips of beetroot and hommus were served with crackers before the next course of spicy balls followed. If you had pole position like Showpony at the end of the table, all the nibbles were within easy reach, otherwise it was just wait until a gap opened up to get a snack. Next up was the pulled pork roll /salads and chips combo which went down a treat with a Mc Guigan’s red or two. The final course was a crunchy custard pastry with ice cream
With the GM assuming his position behind bars(the pool fence), jigsaw was called out for a down down. Missing Link said he stayed on trail only by following Miscarriage because he wanted to find his way home on the adequate well marked trail. The walkers faced a challenge as it went down a no through road. Kwakka, on behalf of the Shaky Isle Wobblies Tourists was invited to tell the circle about their misadventures in  NZ.
The RA called up Mikki Pedia for being on his mobile phone . Apparently this hasher knows about everything, as he is a Hash Mensa International and more clever than the legendary Smartass Farkaroon. But as we all know, from time to time,shit happens, no matter how smart you are.
Returning from an extended tour of Thailand, Missing Link, entertained the circle with a story about his travelling companions hygiene habits. As I have not written one of those hashers on tour sermons for awhile, this could be entertaining down the track.
Miscarriage, never short of an encounter told how he sprung some Nerangatangs hooning around his development site. When he approached them, they didn’t believe that they were trespassing, or that it was his land/ property because of the piece of shit vehicle he was driving was worse than the bigger piece of shit vehicle they were ripping his place up in.
As usual, after a Miscarriage yarn, another from Sir Prince Valiant is never to far away. SPV told how he copped a spray from a WPHS official for not wearing his high vis vest on a site where he had visited to check out some work that had been carried out. So off to the car he goes to get the said vest which he puts on. Then suddenly he was copping a laugh from everyone he walked past. As we all know, BLF/CMFEU workplaces are not exactly convents, so when they saw the words that were clearly printed on the back of the vest, that was enough to get them giving it to SPV bigtime. Poor old SPV realised he had been set up a beauty by his so called hash mates when he checked out the scribble on the back of his vest. There it was in bright bold letters – I AM A WANKER and BROKEBACK MOUNTAIN. Probably the first nomination for the Prick/s of the Year. Caustic Crusader was almost invited out into the circle  for some of his disparaging remarks about the scenario.
As Showpony had a nap, Iceman told his best joke of the year about a prick, well that was the long and short of it.
Magician who was a late starter on the evening arrived with the POW which he awarded to the hare, Jigsaw. As he had missed most of the evening, the circle was wondering what Magician could pull out of his box of tricks to nail the hare. Apparently on the weekend, Magician had been doing the rounds of his local Bunnings when in wandered Jigsaw in his lyrca mankini hot pants which Magician considered obscene as there were women and children in the store who should not have been exposed to that much of Jigsaw’s crack.
A couple of card carrying honorary Cubans for the night, namely Fanny Charmer and Elvis who did a few gigs down there, shouted Viva Fidel in the circle at the passing of the former Cuban GM.
Circle closer Moonbeams did the honours and it that was the end of RPR 25, another fine evening of good food, beverages and frivolity.
Yours in hashing
CIRCUMFERENCE

Splinter Lunch November…Host VD

November Splinter Lunch

Date: 25/11/2016

Location: Honey Eater

Host: VD

Hashers:26  I think

Well, it is with pleasure that I provide you with some words about our November splinter lunch, having been asked to do so by our Splinter GM who informed me that for the purposes of this lunch, he had passed the GM’s baton on to RockHard…why you might ask… “because it was Rock Hard who changed the venue on me without any consultation, so he can be GM for today!!”.

We all gathered, about thirty of us, from far and wide to converge upon “The Kitchens” at Robina shopping centre, it being the dining precinct to now be seen at, and here we found that lovely restaurant “The Honey Eater”, owned and operated by VD’s son. It wasn’t the usual thing that we have at Splinter lunches, with there being no BYO of bottles of wine, but we were able to buy very generously filled glasses of good red and white wine for $5 a glass or beer on tap for $9. All good and everybody seemed to have a bloody good time of it all!!

The food, ahhh, the food!! For $20.00 we had the choice of a chicken or a beef meal…to me it was reminiscent of work conference dinners where you get asked “what’ll it be mate, the chicken or the beef?”…I thought that on this occasion I would choose the beef….what a bloody great choice it was too! A prime cut of beef, about 3cm thickness, done rare to medium and it just melted in your mouth. I daresay that the meal would normally cost much more than we paid so all that can be said is thanks for looking after the Hash. Those on my table all agreed that the food was a cut above what we normally have at Splinter lunches. Our compliments to VD’s son and it was worth the tram/bus ride out to Robina for the lunch. May you go well in your new enterprise!

In closing, after almost three months away in Spain, it was a pleasure to be back amongst all the bon-vivants who enjoy Splinter lunches…you don’t realise how good it is until you’re away from it all. We in the Hash are all very fortunate to have such good mates! Thanks guys for another fun afternoon!

Fanny Charmer

Run 2039…Hare: Elvis

Run 2039

Date:21/11/2016

Location: West Burleigh

Hare: Elvis

Hashers:21

Return to Sender, an old Elvis song, could not have been a better way to describe this evening’s events. The same venue as the hare’s previous runs made it a nice and easy commute and location after the previous week’s car park gridlock around Southport on the Super Moon Monday. With the promise of drink stops, the two groups headed off in different directions.
How easy is this thought the runners as they went around the block, crossed the road and into the Liquorland bottle shop where a cold six pack of just terrible tasting Hahn Ultra Low beer was handed out.
Then up a few sharp hills and onto the next drink stop. However just like last time Elvis returned us past a pair of uptight bad neighbours who really need to get a life and have a happy bypass to get rid of their shitty attitude towards any visitors as they pass their property.
However the good neighbours, the Elvis groupies in their GAP year label T-shirts, were far  more welcoming as they served butterscotch schnapps. It didn’t take long before the strong alcohol kicked in and Miscarriage went arse over, legless down the hill.
A regroup outside Elvis’ residence, Gracelands, saw the pack split up and some head for the shortest way home and others kicked on following Sir Two Dogs who had located the trail. It lead the pack down through the industrial estates before the next check on Reedy Creek/Burleigh Road, not that far from the M1 entrance, and west of Bunnings.
Suddenly realty kicked in that easy street was over, as hashers realised it was at least 4 kilometres home after beer and schnapps. Elvis kept a close watch on all hashers on the this long stretch where the pack was now well and truly stretched out along the road. Finally a right turn into Kortum Drive , past the detox/rehab clinic, up a goat track hill to locate the Travel Guide magazine and it was on home for the back markers who included Sir Rabbit, Rug, Iceman and Magician.
Birthday beers, namely Peroni Nastro Azzuro, supplied by Brewtus were enjoyed by the thirsty hashers before everyone was seated in the Silver Star Thai restaurant. The same 3 course banquet, as served previously was again served in a rapid fire fashion by the welcoming staff. Plenty of nosh soon had everyone full and a few more beers washed down the tasty Thai food. The GM called for a circle outside and as usual the booze masters quickly responded.
Up stepped Elvis as hare and  sir Two Dogs spoke favourably of the well marked trail good run including the first ever bottle shop run through drink stop. Truck Tyres  was observed doing his best to get his mobile telephone turned off in case it rang during the circle.
Miscarriage charged a hasher with fraud of the Commonwealth Government by enjoying his Seniors card benefits since he turned 47 after organising a dodgy card from some rogue lawyer. Anyhow, as he is now street legal in his senior years, it is best we leave his identity a secret in this run report due to Commonwealth laws regarding megadata. otherwise he may find himself being pursued for the error of his deceitful youth.
By locating and returning the hidden Travel Guide brochure found on the trail to the hare, a US Halloween T-Shirt was awarded to Circumference who passed it on as a hash birthday present for Brewtus. Next up , a little bit more of returning property, namely the POW. The conga line of title went from the incumbent POW, Showpony, who gave it to Dicky Knee, absent on Surfers Schoolies duty, who gave it to Swindler. Magician who could have been awarded it for any of several charges including his behaviour while on a tour of duty in Vietnam received the POW from travelling companion , Swindler.
Returning from mourning in Thailand, Slug, presented the GM with a Pattya T-shirt with the wording – Hashing at the Speed of Beer. Earlier Slug recalled over dinner how he had tried to pay Shat for the cocktail party only to receive an e mail alert from a Peter Foster ‘s e mail account with the message – Suspected Spam. Good to see, someone is on the ball in IT world. If you happen to read this, Shat, here is heads up. There is a warrant out for the arrest of your twin, if there is a whole lot of bells and whistles going off when you hand your passport over at the next airports you visit.
As news comes in from around the world daily about earthquakes, Shat, Kwakka and Sir Slab are cycling around the North Island of NZ which experienced one off shore this week. Hopefully, they will not fall off their bikes. How about the well named Japanese city that has copped a decent shake for a second time in a couple of years. Maybe mother nature  is sending it a subliminal message .If you say the city’s name, slowly it is  –  Fuk -U- Shima.
After a very quick evening, Ferret was invited to close the circle of RPR 24.
Yours in hashing
CIRCUMFERENCE
The Hare Carefree

Run 2038…Hare: Carefree

Run 2038

Date: 14/11/2016

Location: Main Beach

Hare: Carefree

Hashers:29

WTF, was the common phrase from hashers who crawled through the peak hour gridlock traffic to get to the venue for Carefree’s 77 th hashy birthday party. Surely everyone heading towards Main Beach were not planning on gate crashing this event. Dicky Knee’s low petrol light was flashing while stuck in the traffic and the GM moved the starting time back another 15 minutes due to the extraordinary car park on Sea World Drive and surrounding streets. So after instructions from the hare, all headed north towards Labrador.
It soon became evident that every human and werewolf had come out to see Perigee Syzgy, the technical term for a Super Moon. There were family picnics, BBQ’s, telescopes, flashing cameras and hundreds of people along the foreshores and parklands of the Broadwater.
Sir Two Dogs, Sir Botulism, Iceman and Miscarriage were sighted leading the runners and groups of  hash walkers intermingled with everyone else out for a stroll to check out the big bright light in the sky.
When all had returned, the bucket was opened and all were presently surprised by Crownies donated by another hasher, Iceman, to celebrate his 73rd birthday. Bottles of red wine were set up in readiness for the main nosh of pasta before a short break when a hash birthday cake and song took place with Carefree blowing out all the candles.
The mud cake and lamington cake served with ice cream topped up all after the pasta, so much so , that a nice break took place before the circle and possible down downs.
So much so, that the boozemasters were all revved up, with no place to go.  Every now and then the tranquility of the evening was interrupted by our resident pyrotechnic maniac as he let off the occasional bunger, near hasher’s bikes.
Hare, Carefree was given the first down down. Then the GM invited Swollen Colon, who must have been miles out in front on the run, to tell all about where he went.
 Although he mentioned it was a pretty straight forward run, he ended up down at the KFC near Loders Creek which came as a surprise to the hare who advised that the trail went nowhere near there, so apparently he was on some other well marked trail. So someone got a 8.6/10  from Swollen for their trail.
In his absence, Caustic was mentioned about failing to get an invite to the bikie hash warriors lunch midweek. Misfortunate, sorry Miscarriage, told of being robbed again of his tools and even the unregistered /just roadworthy Pajero from his Gilston Heights development site.
A compassionate RA stepped up and immediately opened a fund for Miscarriage by asking hashers to donate their old tools. Sir Prince Valiant (SPV) joined Miscarriage and they reminisced about the good old times pre GFC when they were multi-millionaires and hired a bus and took all to the races just over the border. A sympathetic hasher presented Miscarriage with one of his sponsored hash t-shirts from the Alexander Ridge days.
A great marketing opportunity may have been missed there by not releasing a cheeky 2004 shiraz as the name Alexander Ridge sounds impressive. However it’s still not too late for a very late harvest 2016 vintage to be released in time for Christmas.  Pizza always has a ute full of grapes at his disposal.
Stinky Fingers was called into the circle and asked how he had spent his afternoon. Apparently he arrived at 2pm and watched Truck Tyres deliver the trailer at 5 pm. Apparently his instructions on attending hash came from SPV’s other half.
On the plus side, he didn’t get caught up in traffic shit fight by arriving early. SPV remarked that two hashers standing side by side reminded him of the movie Twins. The long and short of it was our look a likes were M’selle Latrine and Swollon Colon.
Showpony, still in the land of Oz, told all how about how his love life had gone to shit and as got home sick had decided to return to the GC after enjoying the company of the hash bikies touring Thailand. Speaking of which, has anyone seen Missing Link who seems like he must still be touring somewhere.
Botcho told how he had Showpony lined up for POW the previous week at the SEQ run but he had done a Julian Assage and sought sanctuary in the embassy bar of the Norfolk Tavern. That lead on to an interesting story about the transfer of title of the POW from Lurch a few weeks earlier to a site where Brewtus had been doing some work for a mate of Miscarriage.
Brewtus, on site, had suddenly found a bag with the POW inside dumped in his ute just as Lurch drove by screaming out – POW, Fuck You. With that, Botcho needed to no more prompting to get Showpony out to stand on the ice and get his overdue POW from the hash pack now howling at the full moon.
Charges from the circle were sought and up stepped Botcho and Miscarriage. The former telling how someone on Facebook named Lisa tells all about Swollen’s harem of girls he chaperones in his capacity as a personal trainer. Miscarriage thought it was appropriate on that significant evening to get all the full mooners with bald heads out for a down down.
The GM, Brewtus and Jigsaw and Rug were nominated with Rug being disqualified for side hair growth. Who else but Moonbeams was asked to give the note as the big bright bugger in the sky illuminated the venue.
Returning travelling hashers then paid homage to the GM with their gifts. First up from Sir Two Dogs was a little Tuk Tuk made from some of the Changa beer cans consumed on tour. Next up was Manny Palma with a miniature Santiago Cathedral combo bottle opener /bell.
Both items, no doubt will end up in the pool room, next to the flat bottle piss received earlier in the month from Swollen. Finally both birthday hashers were given a joint hashy birthday for their combined 150 years of age.
Again out stepped, Moonbeams from under the rays of moonlight and he was invited to close RPR 23 in a final chorus of howling from the pack.
FALLOUT FROM US ELECTION
As 47 % of eligible USA voters did not vote , and it was almost a 50/50 vote amongst those that voted, irrespective of the outcome, the US President elect would have been elected by less than 27 % of voters, who would have decided to either drain the swamp or keep it the way it was.
Maybe just a sweep with a big broom will suffice post election. Many male Trump voters would have been aware of the old saying that although a head job may be better than no job, short term, but realised in the long term that it doesn’t pay the bills and put food on the table and are hoping things will improve for them with a change of political direction.
It was rather ironic that a political party named the Democratic Party got rolled democratically. Even more bizarre was that before the election, President elect Trump said that he would accept the result if he won but if he didn’t it was rigged. In the wash up, that would mean that the 47 % of eligible US voters who did not vote on the day had somehow concocted the result by not voting for either candidate.
When Hillary Clinton awoke on the morning after of the election , husband Bill , told her not to feel too dejected as he reminded her that Nelson Mandela needed a stretch in prison before he become South African President. So it is with interest we watch whether she will be impeached and then depending on the outcome, will it be a pardon or prison for her.
During the first 100 days of office. President elect Trump will ban the import of shredded cheese as he starts his plan to Make America Grate Again. President elect Donald Trump backers, the KKK, ecstatic that a black man will soon no longing be living in a white (man’s) house would be particularly keen to see the end of the Trans Pacific Partnership trade deal if it gets some Aussie and Kiwi products off US supermarket shelves. In particularly, references to all Coon cheese items and All Blacks merchandise.
The new president will no doubt consult with former well known wall builders Germany, Israel and China about the construction design of his planned Great Wall. This type of project will involve capital, raw materials and lots of labour (jobs) if it gets off the ground. However Donald will be making sure that it all doesn’t go to shit like that other bloke who had a famous fall involving a wall  – Humpty Dumpty.
There maybe a downside for those tourists who stay at Trump hotels while on US holidays in the future . It may be hard to get a Corona or some Tequila if the Mexicans decide to stop supplying their products to Trump signage establishments and then discount them to outlets serving Mexican food.
The fashion stakes will certainly be raised by the family transition to presidency team involving Melania,Ivanka and Tiffany Trump with former models wearing The Devil Wears Prada meets the Kardashians glamorous clobber around the White House. Hillary in those Madam Secretary suits never stood a chance. The ladies may even give the White House an economic stimulus with a Block type makeover to bring it up to speed like the their former digs, the penthouses of Trump Tower
MORE FROM THE TRAVELLING KIWIS ON THE GC FOR THE MASTERS GAMES
After waking from hangovers after some great Aussie hospitality at the GC Masters after party, the Kiwis put on their Kiwi travelling gear in readiness for the trip to the GC airport to fly home. They decided on a Saturday morning team breakfast first and while they were there, the NZ v Scotland Rugby League match
was on the television. They were greatly relieved when at least NZ scrapped home with an 18 all draw against a country that doesn’t even have a rugby league competition.
Again their choice of the breakfast venue had a bit of deja vu feel about it after loosing the Rugby to Ireland earlier in the week while they were drinking in an Irish bar. This time breakfast was in the very Scottish sounding Mc Donalds !
WHO WOULD WANT TO BE AN AUSSIE TOURING SOUTH AFRICA AT THE MOMENT
After the disastrous batting performances by the Australian cricket side, I think you would be sitting by yourself drinking your duty free piss in your room in case someone recognised your accent if you asked for a beer in a bar. At least their performances have been consistent -10 for 86 and all out 85.
Yours in hashing
CIRCUMFERENCE

Run 2037…Hares: Slab and Shat

Run 2037

Date: 7/11/2016

Location: Ormeau

Hares: Slab and Shat

Hashers:27

Sir Slab found some great hashing country at Ormeau behind the M1 for this event. Dust, humidity, shiggy, rocks, makeshift bridges and through industrial estates and suburbia – it had it all. Sir Botcho found himself some water on one of the crossings which caused Iceman to remark that there was more water in his dog’s water bowl. The regroups at checks kept the pack pretty close together. Rockhard, the GC GM, welcomed the Brisbane Hashers and a joint circle with much frivolity took place. Lots of ice and singing took place including welcoming home Fanny Charmer and Rug from their European walkabouts and gourmet discovery tours. It was great time for those with a thirst to finally rehydrate on the warm evening with some cold refreshments behind the car park of the Norfolk Tavern. Miscarriage looked the part in his Julius Marlow Asics, after forgetting to pack his runners.

A new car pool from the Northern Beaches, comprising M’selle Latrine, Carefree and Clive had their virgin outing as a travelling party.

Inside the tavern,the pre-ordered meals for about 50 hashers were served with military precision after the conclusion of the circle. There were generous servings of fish and chips, steaks, roasts and pizzas. Now Loved was a popular name for a meal order as it got mentioned a couple of times, as the meals were served, so someone in the kitchen must have a had a few good feeds. A few more cold refreshments over dinner topped off the evening.

Provided you get a run on the M1, it was noticeable that this annual event is even easier and quicker to get to and from than some of the local GC Monday night runs where hashers meet peak hour traffic and every red light possible.

NEWS FROM THE NORTHERN TERRITORY

As always, there’s always a newspaper story in Darwin about idiots going walkabout in Kakadu and having close encounters with crocs, snakes, cyclones etc but here’s something different – a new tourism marketing promotion in capital letters appearing on t-shirts and singlets – CU(in the)NT / The Top End Different from the Bottom End.

AND FOLLOWING ON FROM THE C WORD

It appeared that USA voters had the choice of a candidate who has one and another who probably is one !

SHIT HAPPENS

A group of Kiwis visiting the GC for the Masters Games decided to find a nice quiet bar to watch the All Blacks go through the motions against Ireland in last weekend’s rugby match. As you imagine they were cock a hoop and cheering loudly, every time the AB’s scored points.

Needless to say, at full-time, as they wandered out of the bar with their tails between their legs after the upset win by Ireland, the local drinkers gave them a standing ovation.
It will probably be the last time they ever choose Lansdowne Road, a well known Irish bar, for such an occasion.