Run Date: 31st December 2018
Run No #1999
Hare: McFanny
Venue: 17 Grasstrail Street Andergove
Hashers: 9
Well, the end of 2018 has rolled around, and we found New Year’s Eve fell on a Monday, aka Hash Night. A good many of our hash team were off doing New year’s stuff in far flung places, so it was left to the remaining bunch of 9 to wander over to McFanny’s wee hoose for a touch of Scottish Hogmanay. But first, we needed to follow the trail, which was rather difficult, as there
wasn’t one. Instead, we followed a live hare, aka McFanny, as she led us through the wilds of Andergrove. Luckily, we were protected on the trail by 3 very vicious guard-dogs, McTavish, Little Ted and Penny, who wouldn’t have a bite between them.
On we went, until after a short time we miraculously found ourselves back at the beer. McF disappeared into the kitchen and rustled up some nibblies, which we ravenously fell upon. It was around about then that we discovered Stand-In Hash Piss Teflon had done such a good job the
piss was frozen! Fortunately there were a couple of other eskies with
drinkable beer.
The Monkee
called the circle to order, and The Monk immediately decreed this to be a
sit-down circle, so sit we did. The hare received a down down of champers for
setting such an arduous trail.
The Monkee Mango received a down-down for attempting to
become a Channel 7 media star.
A lame joke was told, the song was unsung, and the circle
closed in record time, allowing us to settle into some
New Year’s cheer.
McF produced
some snags n steak which she passed over to Corgi, then pointed out her new BBQ
to Daffodil, then pissed off back inside leaving Daf n Corgi to cook the
dinner.
Some spud wedges and sweet corn, and we was set for a feast. A little later McFanny produced a log made of cream, ice cream, chocolate and other stuff….. you could actually see waistlines grow with each chomp. We then settled into more beer n wine n stuff to await the New Year. Yep, we actually stayed up until midnight!
Well, with the exception of JCF, who had 2 other piss-ups
to attend, and Corgi and Daff, who couldn’t quite make it past 11.00, and had to slip home. Hmmmm. Maybe they had another plan to welcome the New year.
Anyway, the rest of us stayed telling many stories of days gone by, until suddenly fireworks exploded throughout Andergrove and bugger me, it was 2019. So, it was a small turn-out, but we had a damn fine time, talk about eat drink and be merry!
Thanks to
McFanny for your fine hospitality, and never-ending yarns, including some very
disturbing reflections on the abundance of dick-pics making their appearance on
her phone!
As we
prepared to leave in the early hours, McFanny was busily singing into her wine
glass.
Next week we
celebrate 2000 runs! That’s roundabout 38 years of Hashing. And some of the
originals still run, er, walk. Tounger, Daffodil, Corgi, Blurry, Flaps, any
I’ve missed?
Anyway, see
you at Mango & Pensioners joint.
OnOn,
Pensioner.
Well, the end of 2018 has rolled around, and we found New Year’s Eve fell on a Monday, aka Hash Night. A good many of our hash team were off doing New year’s stuff in far flung places, so it was left to the remaining bunch of 9 to wander over to McFanny’s wee hoose for a touch of Scottish Hogmanay.
But first, we needed to follow the trail, which was rather difficult, as there
wasn’t one. Instead, we followed a live hare, aka McFanny, as she led us through the wilds of Andergrove. Luckily, we were protected on the trail by 3 very vicious guard-dogs, McTavish, Little Ted and Penny, who wouldn’t have a bite between them.
On we went, until after a short time we miraculously found ourselves back at the beer. McF disappeared into the kitchen and rustled up some nibblies, which we ravenously fell upon. It was around about then that we discovered Stand-In Hash Piss Teflon had done such a good job the
piss was frozen!
Fortunately there were a couple of other eskies with
drinkable beer.
The Monkee called the circle to order, and The Monk immediately decreed this to be a sit-down circle, so sit we did. The hare received a down down of champers for setting such an arduous trail.
The Monkee Mango received a down-down for attempting to
become a Channel 7 media star.
A lame joke was told, the song was unsung, and the circle
closed in record time, allowing us to settle into some
New Year’s cheer.
McF produced some snags n steak which she passed over to Corgi, then pointed out her new BBQ to Daffodil, then pissed off back inside leaving Daf n Corgi to cook the dinner.
Some spud wedges and sweet corn, and we was set for a feast. A little later McFanny produced a log made of cream, ice cream, chocolate
and other stuff….. you could actually see waistlines grow with each chomp. We then settled into more beer n wine n stuff to await the New Year. Yep, we actually stayed up until midnight!
Well, with the exception of JCF, who had 2 other piss-ups
to attend, and Corgi and Daff, who couldn’t quite make it past 11.00, and had to slip home. Hmmmm. Maybe they had another plan to welcome the New year.
Anyway, the rest of us stayed telling many stories of days gone by, until suddenly fireworks exploded throughout Andergrove and bugger me, it was 2019. So, it was a small turn-out, but we had a damn fine time, talk about eat drink and be merry!
Thanks to McFanny for your fine hospitality, and never-ending yarns, including some very disturbing reflections on the abundance of dick-pics making their appearance on her phone!
As we prepared to leave in the early hours, McFanny was busily singing into her wine glass.
Next week we celebrate 2000 runs! That’s roundabout 38 years of Hashing. And some of the originals still run, er, walk. Tounger, Daffodil, Corgi, Blurry, Flaps, any I’ve missed?
Anyway, see you at Mango & Pensioners joint.
OnOn, Pensioner.