Run Date: 07/05/2018
Run No #1963
Hare: Delicious
Venue: 117 Tropical Avenue, Andergrove
Hashers: 13
Hash Trash….. Delicious, run # 1963, or 4, or was it 2…..
13 Intrepid Hashers turned out to brave the tumultuous weather that only a Delicious run could produce….. and because of this 5 slackers decided to stay right there under cover, and avoid the expected downpour. The remaining brave 8 listened briefly whilst Delicious waffled on about chalk n flour n checks n shit….. until we’d heard enough and headed off, leaving her still waffling.
Arrows led us along every drain in Anderfield, until we reached a smallish housing estate filled with smallish houses, in the wilds of Beaconsgrove, and there, plonked in the middle of it all, was delicious herself, sitting in the back of her wagon, surrounded by port n lemonade and a big tin of chocolates. A slurp and a chomp, and off we set again, admiring the sights in the dark, and eagerly awaiting the deluge, which, amazingly, never came. Finally found an O.H. so O.H. we went, where we found previously mentioned slackers busily slurping away. Daffodil proved that having half an arm cut off, and half a leg skin grafted, didn’t stop him from imbibing, hospitals please note: immediate consumption of piss after surgery is highly regarded.
Out came the Hash spuds, as much shit about the Keppel weekend was spread, until the Monk, having just rolled in from Rocky, called the circle. First order was to present a down-down to Rhonda and Helen……yes, we were all confused about the newcomers, but….. turns out it was Paw Paw and Mango using real names! Delicious was next, for setting such an arduous trail, and she got another, but I can’t remember what for. Mango was also called forward again, but I can’t remember why. I also got some free piss, but can’t remember why, Knothead told a woeful tale, which earned him a down-down, then awarded himself another, for being the birthday boy. Several other things happened, but I can’t remember what, then I was asked to write this report, but I can’t remember why.
Finally the circle closed after a ridiculous attempt at the hash song . And we settled in to the beer, whilst Delicious disappeared into the kitchen to rustle up some hash grub. Which turned out to be a blast from the past….. Hash sausages in bread!! Yay!! Ruined, unfortunately, by the addition of green and red salad.
More banter and bullshit, then Screw and Fork decided they had to go to bed, after being awake for 3 days at Keppel. This set the scene and the rest of us drifted off, leaving Delicious to clean up the mess. Which is only fair.
Tonguer forgot to come this week, but we’re all going to his place next week. Hope he remembers to light the pizza oven.
ONON
Pensioner.
