Run Date: 15th July 2019
Hares: McFanny
Venue: 13 Grasstrail Street Andergrove.
Hashers: 30ish
As i crossed the Forgan bridge heading to the dark side i looked at the pink sky and said to Insex this is going to be a cold run. She responded with your not McWrong there.
We parked where we could and assembled in the rear of McF’s abode where about 30 souls and a dozen McDogs mulled around with the expectation of a marvelous run.
@ 6.10 we approached the go line (front of the house) The usual lies about chalk, tape and toilet paper to denote the trail. Then..we were off left then right then across the roundabout and right into the flood mitigation channel which traverses McAndergloom . This channel has a set of storm pipes underneath and every few hundred meters is a grate to allow water to enter. Wheelie Bin has a new pusher in Bend Over they found one of these grates and the front wheels of Wheelie’s chariot fit nicely between the grill it was very amusing for McScrew and myself for a bit there.
But i digress, now on on it was on chalk well marked. No sooner had we cleared stage 1 drain and the front runners…McPrick , Mc Blurry,McDaffodil and McCorgi were seen coming down Bedford Road. Not afraid of a bit of short cutting we cracked a right and joined them turning right into Newton Street. A surprise awaited, we weren’t far down Newton street and there were the front runners coming back towards us . We found marks leading us up the garden path then on left and left again into Domino Court this then did a left into Newton street and left again into the said same garden path . It is here that we could all have perished following an endless loop. After a circuit or two all decided that the lure of beer at 15 Grasstrail was more important than following trail.
A fire awaited as did nibbles and cold beer. Circle called , McFanny was given her just desserts to be consumed out of polystyrene cups because the Monk, McMango forgot the drinking vessels. I was fortunate not to be involved in the martial dispute between her and McPensioner over whose duty it was to bring the said articles to Hash. McPensioner being a staunch unionist immediately ended proceedings with “not my job” At this point my beer was empty so luckily i received a down down for something about a hat. A few jokes were told however none fell to the standard set by McKnothead..
When the food arrived the ravenous hordes consumed the meal with gusto and I’ve never seen McPiccolo eat so much. I believe she even stopped smoking for feast. We then had upside down pineapple cake for dessert and an unconfirmed report having McBlurry return for a 4th helping.
I overheard McHalf a Boat promising to take us all on a trip to XXXX Island (or similar) on his Catamaran on the 8th August. Not long after this he announced I’ll fuk em up in a minute I’m taking the piss home to catch the tide. That was enough for me so I instructed my driver, McInsex to fetch me another coldie for the homeward trip to the bright side.
Next weeks Run 2029 will be from 36 Napier Street South Mackay.
This was once the home of two of our dearly departed runners DB and Shattered. As I’ve had enough of tenants the home is being sold so this is a commemorative last run from this address and if you can all bring a plant for the garden we will have a planting ceremony (to help me sell the place easier) Hooker please bring a buyer along. In the true tradition of the 90s there may be 10 cartons of XXXX heavy to be consumed by 9pm then off to Wilkies or the Palace to party till 2am then drive home to be ready for work in a few hours time
ON ON
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