Run Date: 10th April, 2017
Run No #1905
Hare: WHP and Breaststroke
Venue: Optus Tower, Mount Bassett Drive, Radar Hill Lookout, Mackay Harbour
Hashers: 23
A merry band of hashers gathered at WHP’s abode…. No, not the house this time, rather the communication tower at the top of of the hill at the Harbour…..I think he was waiting for a call-out so he could show off his tower-climbing skills! It soon became apparent that this was in fact the major breeding ground for most of Mackay’s mossies. Amid much slapping and scratching, WHP aimed the mob off in the only uphill direction left, which of course had a false trail at the end. From there the run rapidly went downhill. Through scrub and 4×4 tracks and mud n shit, the intrepid crew slogged along, before emerging at the cemetery, which was awash in the eerie glow of solar lights attached to graves that may or may not have contained half-dead bodies. Back up the hill we trudged, back to the tower, were we discovered the entire exertion had lasted less than 30 minutes. Good. Time for a beer. Or 3. Some rolled up pizza appeared, and much shit was talked. We were introduced to a new bloke, Ian, who bore an uncanny resemblance to Smeg. Then, amazingly, The Missing GM arrived, muttering something about a bad back. Zorro also decided this was a good time to make an appearance, decked out nicely in thongs.
Shortly after the circle was called. The Missing Monkee launched into a joke, before blocking The Monk, who also had a story to tell. Awards were handed out to Golly 250 runs, Lassie 200 runs and DT 100 runs, more lame jokes were told, then The Monk called for even more jokes which led to the Tunning of Tounger and Zorro for not having one ready. The returning GM sampled some Tun, as did Ian (Smeg in disguise)…. And another joint downdown for the southsiders, who dared to venture to The Brightside. We also had a returning runner, Billy Tea, who turned up after 17 years. Muttered something about being a pilot for BA, which meant his time was mostly spent overseas….what a lame excuse! Lassie did it again….. got lost. She eventually found her way back, long after everyone else, and this little diversion earned her a delicious Tun. Speaking of delicious, she rattled off something about a bus trip, but no-one was listening so it didn’t matter. Another sparkling rendition of the club song and the circle closed.
WHP produced a big tub of sausage stew and fresh bread, which got slurped down with gusto. Much more bullshitting with beers in hand, till the HashPiss started packing up the eskies, which meant, we guessed, it was time to piss off into the night.
Next week I’ll be busy flattening the hills around Rural View, so you bastards have nothing to look at.
See ya there
Pensioner
