Run Date: 2nd September 2019
Hare: Raggedy Anne’s
Venue: 4 Trochus Court Shoal Point
Hashers: 18
A fairly quiet attendance compared to recent turnouts, but being at Raggedy and Golly’s it didn’t take very long for things to liven up. The group was called to muster at the front of the house, only to be hijacked by Prick desperately trying to hide the fact that he and a half dressed Tounger were late, by a bloody awful rendition of Hashy Birthday. After we had recovered from that, instructions were given on where to find the first check and told to fuck off. Eventually the trail was located and the circumnavigation of Shoal Point began. I was very pleased to find that the topography had not changed very much. It still has the hidden walkways, sandy beaches, bloody awful rock walls to clamber up and down desperately trying not to break an ankle or your neck. Just to give you an indication of how rough the rocks were poor old “Blurry dog” had to be carried up the only stairs. (more about “Blurry dog” later.)
Back at the On on the bullshit, lies and general crap (more about crap later) increased in direct proportion to the amount of alcohol consumed. Eventually the festivities were rudely interrupted by the Monk calling us to order (????) or disorganized kayos. First cab off the rank was of course was the hare Raggedy bravely stepped up to take the verdict on the run and down down but still managed to offload some of the amber liquid into other mugs. Naughty! Next our three visitors Horse, Jockey and Metro were subjected to sampling the worst beer in the esky. Finally Teflon was handed a mug, I don’t know what for but she deserved it, she was doing it all night.
Just when you think you know all the tricks in Hash Raggedy and Golly have come up with the best circle stopper I have come across. Just when the circle was in danger of dragging on (again) this dynamic duo had boxes of Pizza’s delivered under our noses and laid out on the table in front of everyone. Now as you all know there is only two things that hashers like better than talking crap. Booze and Food. With this deadly combination presented the circle was fucked, after a few seconds silence the song was sung and circle closed and the stampede began. Absolutely bloody brilliant you two!!!!
Now as promised “Blurry dog” On the completion of the demolishing of the hash nosh it seems that he was not overly impressed with the evening festivities or his share of the food and sent a message that he thought it was “crap” But good daddy Blurry quick as a flash cleaned it up, which was just as well because soon after that the motorized esky roared into action and I don’t think that Streaker would have had the skills to miss a land mine.
Not long after this the first party poopers started to trickle out but this soon turned into a rout when hash booze for the night started to pack up the esky .
A good run, good night, grate time was had by all.
On on Nicka
Written under direction of Piccolo It’s her fault
Is this what you would call an eskymobile??
