Run Date: 19th March 2018
Run No #1956
Hare: Teflon (with assistance from Golly)
Venue: 37 Mango Avenue, Eimeo
Hashers: 17
We all gathered under Teflon’s abode, dribbling shit as usual, waiting for the obligatory 6:00pm start. However, without the late arrival of Tonguer, we seemed to lose track of time. About 6:08pm as the sky’s opened up and sent it down, that was when the mad scramble for umbrellas and the rush to get under way began.
After all of Golly’s hard work in the stinking hot heat of the afternoon setting the trail, he seemed to have a heat stroke moment, and forgot where he set the trail from. Everyone gathered out the front on the road, and then we were all guided back under the house and out towards the foreshore to stand forlornly on the beach, looking more like a funeral was taking place, than an anticipated run in the rain.
This is where yours truly left them to it, but I am sure with the lack of remaining marks to follow, they all just took a stroll around the block, looking more like a bunch of Mary Poppin’s rather than a running club, and promptly returned to the Hash Esky. Tarzan seemed to be the only one too tough for an umbrella and arrived back as wet as a shag, followed by an impromptu strip and a dry shirt. Where the Mackay Fencing shirt came from I don’t know, maybe Zorro is hoping for a new fencing contractor once Tar Boy retires in two weeks?
Meanwhile Teflon was offering around pappadums, which tasted like they had been offered up by the sea a week earlier and dried for our enjoyment. Luckily Streaker saved the day with a big bag of Potato Chips. The nibbles improved after that with Adrian (Boom N Bust & Teflon’s Son) also known as Spotto, set to work cooking the potato wedges on the BBQ, served with sweet chilli and sour cream, now you have it happening.
Due to the absence of our glorious Monk, something about growing wings on his feet for next week. Our illustrious Monkee Golly, got to stand tall and run the circle for a change. With the assistance of Ex Monk Pensioner, who only tried to take over a couple of times…
Jokes were told, charges laid, one for Corgi, but I don’t remember why? We welcomed visiting Hasher Moaning Lisa and his Virgin Bride to Be Cassie, and another welcome down down for Spotto. Executive Lunch was decided as Singapore Sam’s. Please bring a little extra raffle money next week, as we will be selling tickets in a Meat Voucher, to raise a little extra funds for the two Away Runs we have coming up in October & January.
Hash Song sung, circle closed.
Teflon, Hooker and Raggedy Ann all helped to serve up curried savoury mince, to the starving horde, which was very yummy. Even McFanny put in a late appearance, to aid support. Obviously, she sensibly waited for the rain to stop, so she didn’t risk shrinking anymore!
A wet night, but very enjoyable.
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