Date – 25/03/20234
Run -2267
Hare – Tonguer
Venue – 12 Hill End Road, Glenella
Hashers: 12
HashTrash 2267….Tonguer’s joint
Having heard on the grapevine that Tonguer WASN’T firing up the pizza oven, the usual hashers stayed away in droves, leaving a rather motley ragtag mob of 12 to carry on the traditional hash. The first thing we spotted on arrival was a very bedraggled looking Curlew laying on the concrete in front of said pizza oven. Surely not curlew pizza? Nah, not even Tonguer could be that cruel.
Shocker decided to drive into the backyard of Mum n Dad’s place, and immediately threw up on the lawn, then disappeared into Mummies arms, and upstairs into his childhood room, not to be seen again all night.
Realizing no one else was coming Tonguer herded us out the gate and mumbled something about chalk and arrows, so off we went. Soon discovering the arrows had no heads, instead being simple white lines here and there. Knicker and myself decided to short cut back to the beer, when bugger me, front runner Corgi caught us up, which put us firmly in line for a place on the podium…. If we had a podium, and if we was competitive.
Cash collected, it was circle time. Hmmm. No monk. And no monkee. Zorro! Step up. Which he did. No history lesson tonight. A few quick down downs and a coupla jokes and it was singsong time and over. Tonguer and his good wife Wendy then lugged down a pile of tucker, enough to feed an army. A pot of spuds, another of taco type mince, bowls of tomato, lettuce, cheese…. All followed by apple crumble. Which all meant plenty leftovers for Tonguer in the next few weeks.
Plenty of yarns from the faithful few over the next hour or so, and then everyone started to trickle off home.
Next week it’s off to our favorite park Jim Beam…..er, I mean John Breen, North Mackay.
OnOn
Pensch.
