Run Date: 22.02.21
Run No: 2104
Hare: Teflon
Venue: 2 Geoffrey Thomas Dr, Bucasia
Hashers 25
Written on behalf of Hooker, who, after recent by-pass surgery, is too weak to push the keys on her keyboard!
25 hashers turned up at Teflon’s on the most humid night in Mackay’s history. So, of course we all shuffled into the sauna, commonly referred to as the outdoor entertainment area, an enclosed area bereft of breeze. With sweat beginning to bubble, we slowly formed up at the front gate (?) to be informed by Teflon that she was the live hare and we all should follow her. Which we did, around and around the wilds of Bucasia, only to end up back where we started.
Beer and cider flowing, we all compared sweat stains on our shirts, whilst nibbling on corn cobs and chips. Banter was being bantered, when the monk called the circle to order. After a history lesson on this day, the hare was called forward for a drink. Now, not knowing I would have to write this report, I carefully didn’t take note of proceedings. So…… a bloke told a joke, followed by another bloke who told a better joke, Hooker had a go as well, then new runner Fred (or was it Freddie) came forward to tell his life story and have a drink. A visiting runner from somewhere, named The Bat (or was it just Bat) ((or was that his name at all?)) was also called forward for a free sip, then Hooker tried to charge someone with something, only to have the charge reversed, and a down down to match thrown her way, After which, she was immediately called back for another drink, before laying a charge on Mango, who likewise had a drink, and then something else may or may not have happened, buggered if I know, I wasn’t listening….. So, onto the club song, after which, 2x time visitor Swollen Colon set up a quiz with ironing board covers as prizes. The men’s prize was won by…. Who cares, it’ll never be used, however the women’s prize was hotly contested by all the mad-keen ironers among them, Hooker coming out victorious. So, from next week, we should all hand over our sweaty hash shirts to Hooker, for washing and ironing, I’m sure she’ll oblige. Teflon then laid out a Mexican style feast (or was it Iranian, dunno, maybe Spanish?) which the sweaty ravenous hordes gobbled down with gusto. More beery banter, and the tribe began to wander off into the night.
Corgi and Daffodil are in charge of proceedings next week, if Daff’s back will allow him to stand up!
See ya at the old Tourist Info Centre City Gates. Pensch
