Run Date: 26th August 2019
Hare: Hot Rocks
Venue: 22 Sneyd Street Mackay
Hashers: 18
Not a bad roll up at the Hot Rocks abode for the Monday night Hash, considering the troops away and sick at present. Hottie had the fire going and the pack mingled and fought for start positions under the big tree in the back yard.
The Rocks gave us the mail on how good the run/walk would be and that there were many opportunities to short cut on the way, but all would be useless. After telling us which way ON ON was, we all wandered to the middle of the road and immediately got lost. Zorro was off, way out in front heading towards Streakers place, and that was the last we saw of him.
A pleasant stroll along with the dogs in tow saw us heading for Milton Street High, via some unknown back alley that had a crab pot slap bang in the middle of it, that caught all us poor buggers without a torch. A few decided to become SCB’s, and headed home. The rest of us wandered around south/west Mackay and ended up heading home along George St. You Beauty…..piss stop at the bowls club. Alas….not to be, and on on to Hottie’s it was.
Arriving back, the pack was already into the piss, much to the dislike of the GM. The pack was also moaning that there were no nibbles!!!! How spoilt we have become.
The circle was formed and Hot Rocks gave himself a drink and a song for setting the run, totally over running the holy Monk, Tar Boy.
Zorro told a joke about the time he picked up a street walking hooker, which brought a laugh, and possibly there was another joke, but it can’t have been too good, caus I can’t remember it.
Tounger was given a down down for a returning Hasher, after wandering around the outback of Victoria for the last three months.
Numbers were taken for the social night on the 14th Sept, the song was sung, and the circle closed.
BUT WAIT……..there’s more. Setting a precedent, the circle was re-convened, and Tounger was given a Hashy Birthday song and drink, as well as deciding on the venue for the executive lunch on Tuesday. Once again the circle was closed, this time without the song.
Hot Rocks was already cooking onions on the re-modernised Hash BBQ, and informed the hungry pack to come over and help themselves to a steak sandwich. And bloody good they were, even had a a salad and pepper sauce to lube it down.
More drinks were consumed, while Blurry spent the remainder of the night chasing the dog.
Eventually, just as Hottie was to bring out the Red Wine, Blo Jo spat the dummy and said fuck you all, I’m going home, so off I went too.
Next weeks run (Raggerty Annes place at Shoal Point)will have a new Hash Piss, as 1/2 a Boat is going O/S for three weeks.
That’s your lot for this week,
ON ON…….Blurrrrrrrrrr.
