Date: 25/06/18
Run #1970
Hare: Flaps
Venue: 17 Jarrah Street Beaconsfield
Hashers: 21
21 fine Hash specimens assembled at the abode of Flaps, for run 1970. No, it wasn’t set in 1970, although Flaps is old enough to remember the fog that was 1970. In the yard we found a fire cheerily burning, under a hovering light held up by a fishing rod. After much dribble from the horde, the hare marched us out to the front, to tell us, and not tell us again, that the trail started some distance away. We had to go left, right, left again to find it. So, off we went, right, left, right again, until Fil de Jour wheeled Wheelie into a suspiciously dark park. As they disappeared Corgi called the OnOn form somewhere off to the left, and we actually found the trail, leading us through some very dodgy back streets of Beaconsgrove. Around about now, rain started to fall, scattering the pack into several directions. We all managed to find a way back to the beer, and settled in under the patio, leaving the fire to sizzle in the rain by itself. Then, amazingly, Delicious rounded the corner, having actually completed the trail….. and even ran the last few metres!
Flaps had prepared some garlic bread and other nibblies, and had 3 or 4 kettles simmering away. Thinking he was trying to convert us to tea drinkers, we quickly grabbed a beer, when, lo and behold, Flaps began pouring pea n ham soup from said kettles. Very tricky. And very tasty.
In the absence of the monk, Golly stepped up and called the circle. There was the usual down down for the hare, followed by a second coz he still looked thirsty. Daffodil came forward for a birthday sip, as did Zorro…. Piccolo also got a free drink courtesy of Knicker, but details elude me. A couple of jokes produced some polite snickering, but then, Half A Boat stepped forward with a frighteningly true story that puts him squarely in the league of Ivan Milat. That, coupled with recent interactions with the boys in blue made us very very nervous.
A quick chorus of the club song ensued, followed by more beer to wash away images of Ivan.
Flaps disappeared inside, and then produced an excellent chicken curry, accompanied by a Mac Cheese with prawns in it….. muchios deliciousiousness. Another Hash Nosh Award, perhaps?
More dribble continued, until Half a Boat pissed off which the Hash Piss, so we all went home.
Another fine night at The House Of Flaps.
See y’all next week at 12 Douglas Cres Rural View, where I’ve managed to find a trail with NO hills. Bring a torch.
Pensioner.
