Run Date: 29th June 2020
Run No #2069
Hare: Half a Boat
Venue: 12 David Muir Street Slade Point
Hashers: 20 ish
22 Hashers gathered at Half-a-Boat’s shed to celebrate EOFY, dominated by the re-appearance of a tanker that he obviously hadn’t finished playing with, so, seeing as the shed was strewn with assorted tools, we had to make do with sitting outside around a blazing fire. Since there was more than the prescribed 20 at the gathering, we formed 2 groups, one with 20, the other with 2 miserable souls who were banished to the periphery with the mozzies and doggie-do.
Eventually Halfa called us to the front gate and mumbled something about marks and signs and sand and mud and who knows what else, before we stumbled off into the night. Nothing exciting happened until all members re-appeared at the shed, and got down to the serious business of sipping beers, whilst Chopstix slaved away in the kitchen van, rustling up some grub for later.
After the cash was collected Tarzan called the circle to order, and dispensed a down-down to the hare for setting such a marathon, and proceeded to call for jokes (none) or stories (several) including some long-winded ramblings from Baagoose, a re-hashed yarn from Flaps, and a terrible tale of major motorcycle mayhem from yours truly.
The monk disappeared for a while, only to reappear in full monk regalia, and proceeded to call forth Ross (Delicious’ playmate) for a christening. It seems Ross has somewhat of a major brewing operation at his home, producing kegs of beer and kegs of spirits. Henceforth, he will be known as Distillery.
WheelieBin received a downdown for becoming Uncle to Fill de Jaw’s little (large, 8.5lb) man Noah. Wheelie also demonstrated his personal social distancing, by cheerfully hugging anyone within reach. JCF also got a free drink, because, well, he likes free drinks. There may have been other charges, but I forgot.
With no further business to conduct, the Monk led a lusty rendition of the song, before closing the circle. We then fell upon the delicio offerings from Annie’s Kitchen, rice and 3 assorted Chinese concoctions, which were quickly devoured by the ravenous mob. After that, there was nothing to do except slurp more beer and talk more shit….. and then wander off into the night.
All-in-all, a great Hash night.
See y’all next week at Prick’s.
On On. Pensioner.
