Run Date: 25/05/15 – #1804
Hare: Zorro
Venue: 70 Satellite Crs at the Harbour
Hashers: Don’t Know
Hi Hashers
This will be interesting, Knot head (apprentice to Hot rocks who we all know has never written a run report in his entire hash history) just called with an amazing array of bullshit excuses as to why he cannot do the run report. After some intense bargaining, culminating in a huge blackmail ransom demand, I have agreed to butcher out a complete fabrication of the activities from last Mondays run.
As you have probably worked out by now my recollection of last Monday is very limited, so let the fairy tale begin.
An unknown number of hashers assembled to listen to Zorro tell us that there would be no rain, the trail was in “night coloured” paint, scrunched up tape, and to fuck off that way. “That way” proved to be a recently churned up bush track where the ability to imitate a stump jump plough was a distinct advantage. This ended at the Outer harbour road where for a short time we were on a flat trail and then back on to a stump jump track again. After a short stint on Ron Searle and Mount Basset drive we took the back track to the solar lit cemetery, then onto M B Cemetery Rd to Harbour Rd where it was On On Home. It was noted that the walk was near as dam it exactly 60 mins. This had to be a monumental stuff up on Zorro’s part.
The time honoured attacking of the eskey followed interrupted by short periods of eating corn chips with dip and boiled potatoes. Then the steady drinking and talking bullshit was rudely interrupted by the monkey calling for everyone to Form A Circle. Zorro was given a down down for his efforts, then Nicka was call on to score the run. As I was talking at the time and not listening I just told them how many beers I had (2). Everyone thought it was a good run score. Ha Ha
The monk regaled us with a string of jokes, Knot head muttered something which only Cummalot understood “that’s scary”, Radish was fined for reaching some ridicules age, and most of what happened after that is just a blur. Talking of blur I seem to recall Blurry displaying a severe case of “old timers ” when he forgot the verses of the Mackay hash song. Circle closed
Nosh of Spaghetti Bolinas and chilli sauce was served and was attacked with gusto . A few more quiet ones then the roadies brigade noticed that the eskey was getting low so the exodus began.
Good run, good food, good evening
On On
Nicka Licka
