Run #: 1890
Run Date: 02/01/17
Venue: 80A Maple Drive, Andergrove
Hare: Screw & Fork
Hashers: 10 – 30
10, or maybe 30, or somewhere in between, excited hashers turned up at Screw & Fork’s abode on the brightest bright-side. Strolling around the back into Screw’s personal manicured botanic gardens, it quickly became clear that Screw has waaaayy too much time on his hands! A can of round-up will clear out all that flowering stuff and greenery, and leave a nice clearing to enjoy a beer or two.
On to the run….. Screw led us across the road and announced the circle on the ground was the start and finish. Great. Let’s head back over the road for a coldie! But no. Screw insisted we walk up the road to an arrow which marked the true beginning. I figured if I stuck close to Screw I’d avoid any false trails. Well, that kinda worked, as he headed left right straight ahead left left right again….at one stage we passed The Grove tavern, but no piss-stop occurred…. We just kept on goin…. even as most of the pack dropped off and short-cutted…. more left right straight ahead, bloody hell, finally we stopped touring Andergrove and arrived back home with smouldering sneakers!
On in to a cold beer or two, some bikkies n dip, then Fork bought out a pile of hot nibblies, which quickly disappeared, washed down by more brew.
Stand in Monkee Golly called the circle to order and JCF The Monk hobbled forward on his blistery old leg and began with some tired old jokes, then administered a Tun to the hare for daring to set such a magnificent trail. Some more tired old jokes. Another Tun was forthcoming for newbie Pam, who told us her life story in a record 1.3 seconds. Tonto took the Tun on her behalf, muttering something about Pam having introduced Lassie and himself some years back…… grumble grumble…..
a few more slightly improving jokes, and then….
I received a Tun for having taken in a stray doggie on NYE. Screw’s little mutt pricked her ears up at that and scrambled for safety under Fork.
Corgi got a job! And a Tun to celebrate.
Golly got lost on the way to Screw’s, and was rewarded with a Tun.
Chuck had a Tun for being a returning runner.
Breastroke had a birthday drink (67 according to WHP)
and finally, Shizza had a Tun, just for being Shizza.
Announcements for 12.29, next week, TGIF, usual shit…..
A resounding rendition of the song was sung, and the circle got shut.
Fork then produced her contender for The Hash Nosh Of The Year Award: Steamed rice with spaghetti meatballs minus the spaghetti, and a delicious prawn curry. And, as if we weren’t all chubby enough from Chrissie, a dessert of fruitcake!
More beers and bullshit, and the crew began to disperse homewards to sleep it off!
Next week at our joint, 12 Douglas Cres Rural View, where we’ll get back to basics with sausage in bread.
On On, Pensioner.
