Run Date: 20.06.2022
Run No: 2174
Hare: Prick
Venue: Gooseponds behind Nth Mackay Bowls Club
Hashers: 18
A hash gang of 16, or was it 17…18… buggered if I know. A bunch of us gathered at the BBQ behind the bowlie, from where we could safely scowl at the assembled ducks n gooses, who, in turn wondered what tasty delights we may have, but weren’t quite game enough to risk a savaging from MiniDog, Blurry’s faithful protector.
Prick gathered us all together and announced the trail was set in chalk, just before the rain… and so it became a live hare follow me type of thing. After traipsing around the goosie area we found ourselves back at the main drag, only to realize Prick had given us the slip and disappeared into the night. Undeterred, we battled on, finding the steepest parts of Nth Mackay, before eventually finding our way back to the beer, which had been delivered by Topknot & Wheelie, who then both departed claiming to be too sick to stay.
Prick produced bikkies and cornchips n dip, which would have been good if he’d remembered the dip. Into the car and off home he went, triumphantly waving dip upon his return.
Bullshit was chattered, until The Monk called us to his history lesson, which covered several centuries of happenings, none of which were important. Hare Prick was called forward for a drink, followed by another for some unforeseen infraction, followed by another for another infraction, at which stage Prick thought it would be prudent to stay there.
Maple had a drink for something… can’t remember…. Some other drinks may or may not have been drunk….. can’t remember that either. Some jokes were offered, and a story or two from Flaps. Circle closed and it was time for Prick to deliver his world famous Chicken Bone Stew, which turned out be 2 trays of pies n peas. Followed by store-bought banana cake, followed by jelly beans and choc sultanas. Was almost a return to childhood.
More banter was bantered, before the mob broke off and wandered home.
All told, it was a great way to spend a chilly eve.
Next week, for possibly the final time…. It’s OnOn to The White House On The Hill, which you can buy if you wish, as we is sneaking off to a new abode.
Bring a packing box and we’ll see ya there.
Pensch
