Run Date: 11th September, 2017
Run No #1928
Hare: Blurry & Blo Jo
Venue: Cnr Peel & Alfred Street. The Bright Side
Hashers: 24
Hash Trash Run # 1928…. Blurry’s, 349 Peel Street Darkside.
A merry band of Hashers, about 24 or so, met at the abode of the infamous Blur, and stood around talking the usual garbage, until The Blur himself invited us to the front lawn, whereupon he espoused the wonders of the trail he had set through the streets of Mackay’s CBD. There was prattle about left chalk and right chalk, you’re gunna luv it, there’s a piss-stop ad- nauseum. The fact he managed to set a run at all after falling of a ladder and cracking some ribs on a flower-pot had us all believing this would be a minimalist effort. And we was right. A stroll along Alfred St took us almost to Taylor’s pub, before veering off away from the beer. A few twists and turns and found ourselves in the vicinity of the Palace pub. Zorro couldn’t resist, and in he went, only to be accosted by rival footy players who demanded he pay a ransom in beer.
The rest soldiered on, onto the Bluewater Trail along the riverbank. A further turn or three found us in the proximity of the Austral pub, which, surprise surprise, seemed to have a pack of SCB’s who hadn’t followed any trail at all. No names… Smeg, Hotty, Golly etc…. oh, and there’s Blurry. Luckily a few jugs of suds helped wash away the dust of the trail, before we wandered off back to the Hash piss. But not before being accosted by a Tina Turner look-alike, who turned out to be Zorro’s son at a footy Mad-Monday. Pity Zorro was still at the wrong pub!
Back at the On After, a tray of bread with bacon n egg, and some nuts kept us amused, until the Monk called us all to order. Hotrocks was quickly quietened with a down down for talking in the circle. The usual round of down downs followed… for the hare and his assistant BloJo. Lassy scored a double down down, for getting a job, and for having a birthday. The hare scored another for also having a birthday. Zorro was called upon to explain his very unusual offspring. Smeg because he wanted free piss. Tonguer pulled out a sheet of jokes, which would have put Knothead to shame if he was there! Round about here I start to lose my memory, so any further charges and jokes all become a Blur. Touche!
Circle closed after a rendition of the club song, and the troops fell into gossipy bullshit.
Out came a curry concoction with rice, which went down a treat, but caused excessive farting next day. The beer supplies dwindled to a critical low, so we all pissed off!
See y’all in Rural View next week.
Pensioner.
