Date – 17 November, 2025
Run – 2355
Hare – Piccolo
Venue – 82 Grendon St North Mackay
Hashers: + or – 18
About 18, or 20 or 16 Hashers rolled up to the abode of Piccolo in deepest dark North Mackee, to find her proudly showing off her brand new front staircase. Very nice, but how about one for the rear? Upon wandering down the drive we discovered that a rustheap, previously identified as a Jeep, had been moved to allow yet another seething pile of metal, previously identified as a Camaro, to slip in uninvited, even though it was hidden under several tarps, previously identified as carpet. We was still peeking under said carpet, when the host Piccolo Pirata, called us to the roadside and announced she was a live hare. Setting off at an incredibly fast dawdle the mob toured the surrounding area before ending back at the start, where beer n nibbles awaited.
General bullshit was flung about with a giggle here n there, until the Monk, returning from being absent called the mob to attention for the circle. Unfortunately reverting to previous form he proceeded to bore us with an incredibly long and rambling diatribe on the wonders of…… sorry, brain switched off. Moving right along it was a call for charges that produced a sea of blank faces, until Golly threw a charge at Zorro, for being Zorro. Golly then received a payback down down for his incredible attempt at reversing the Hash Piss car. The hare received her just deserts, also some returning strollers, whom I can’t recall, followed by a call for jokes which produced another sea of blank faces. Eventually some old clangers were re-hashed. The song was sung and we sat down among much groaning from the ageing horde. Piccolo disappeared, and returned with a big pot of chicken soup/stew/stuff and lotsa bread. Better note here that Knicker was banned from pot carrying duty. The mob began slurping and burping.
Much more yackety yack, and the mob slowly dispersed into the night, leaving Piccolo to clean up.
Another successful Hash night.
Next week it’s Shocker’s turn. He would have written this report if he’d turned up, so it got left to me to scribe whatever I could remember.
OnOn Pensioner.
