Date – 15th December 2025
Run – 2359
Hare – Smut
Venue – 20 Royal Blvd in Glenella
Hashers: 20ish
Last week’s run report mentioned Smut and the Smut house in Glenella. Wrong!
It was a joint effort from Harbour and Mrs Appeel at Camilleri Park.
This week, however, it was indeed held at Smut’s den of inequity at 20 Royal Blvd in Glenella.
About 18 or so Hashers rocked up, and eagerly awaited instruction form the hare. Before that however, there was a near mutiny because Termite wanted to lock the Piss-car, whilst other SCBs demanded it remain unlocked. Fearing significant injury, Termite decided it was safer to leave the doors ajar.
Sorted… the hare pointed out blue arrows, a portable piss-stop in the backpack slung nonchalantly over a shoulder, and a dire warning about some kamikaze magpies awaiting their next victim.
So… off we trotted around the Royal neighbourhood, where we enviously observed many fine houses of the large variety, some with new caravans, and several with flash boats, and many householders watering their lawns as a lowly herd of old timers shuffled past.
Eventually, we found Glenella school, where the hare decided to offload his piss-pack burden. It was also here that the kamikaze maggies where observed sitting on the powerlines, just waiting for their victims. Maybe we looked sufficiently battered at this stage, as they didn’t swoop at all, but merely watched and giggled. Refreshments served, it was time to return to the House of Smut. Bikkies n beer in hand, the general stuff was bantered about, until the circle was called, and the Monk gave himself a down down for also being hare. There was a returning runner down down for Mango, and a welcome sip for visitor Matt. A few paltry jokes were told, and a couple of true stories, but since I didn’t know at that stage that I would be conned into writing this report, I didn’t bother to take any notice. Oops. Nearly forgot the Monk’s diatribe on Christmas History, or some such shit.
Circle shut, it time to gobble down curried snags, chicken risotto, and doul, whatever that is. Add bread, beer and bullshit, and there you have it… instant hash nosh!
The chit-chat continued on as usual, then it was time to pack up our toys, and head for home, leaving Smut to clean up his mess.
Next week it’s the Christmas Party at the home of Tarzan and U Turn.
OnOn Pensch
