Date – 01/01/2024
Run – 2255
Hare – Flaps
Venue – Unit 202, Carlyle Gardens, Mt Pleasant.
Hashers: 13
A small but dedicated band of 13 hashers turned up at Carlisle Gardens Retirement Village, at unit 202, AKA Flaps’ joint, in the heart of Mount Pleasant, to celebrate the arrival of yet another year. In The Old Folks Home the years seem to pass much quicker than elsewhere, which explains the frequent visits of the QATB, to cart off yet another resident to secret locations (which explains the frequent non-return of said residents.) However, I digress.
At the appointed time, Flaps ushered us out to the street, and gave instructions for the run/walk. Nearby residents cowered behind thick drapes, not at all certain of what was happening.
“No marks!” declared Flaps, “except for corners, which are decorated with arrows to guide you along.
Now, having some inside info, being an Old Folks resident myself, I had a fair idea of where in the 40 acres we was headin. Around we went, with many residents along the way demanding to know what we was up to. Mostly they were amused. I pointed out which street Mango & I lived in, and soon enough the trail led right past our place, which was guarded by Mango’s very vicious pussy. Undeterred, Mango led a gaggle of hashers around our unit for a sticky-beak. Back on the trail for 3 houses, we found ourselves at a piss-stop outside old hashers Crystal and Tacho. From there it was on home.
Flaps produced salami and cheese, until the circle was called. Given the proximity of yet more residents, the Monk toned down his other-wise booming voice to give a history lesson on something.
Down downs for the hare for setting the trail from a mobility scooter (seems to be an abundance of those things here) And for Mango, for showing off her pussy. Then she copped another for something. Raggedy Ann was called forward for something. U-Turn as well for something. (memory fades in the Old Folks Home.) On to jokes. Flaps had a small story, but U-Turn shone with not one but three jokes, all of which she stuffed up, and forgot the punch-line for all 3 (down down duly delivered.) Circle closed with a very quiet rendition of the hash song, and then it was time for Restaurateur Flaps to produce the fruits of his all-day labours…. Rice with sweet n sour pork, beef masala and chicken something…(I may be right, may be wrong). Anyway, all was devoured with glee, and Flaps outdid himself with triple desserts for everyone.
More drinks until, bellies bulging, we set off home.
All said, it was a top run and a culinary delight, easily achieving best nosh so far this year.
Flaps can possibly expect a visit from The Old Folks Home Noise Police, and I wouldn’t dare risk it next week, so it’s back to John Breen Park.
See ya there
Pensioner.
