Run Date: 14th December, 2015
Run No #1834
Hares: Hooker & Hot Rocks 
Venue: 4 Pharlap Parade Ooralea
Hashers: 36
36 intrepid hashers turned up at Hooker’s new abode….. yep, the Christmas Party brings em outta the woodwork.
With the usual milling around and access to the beer, the run looked like a non-event, until Hotrocks called the faithful together. Muttering something about chalk, left or right side, follow me, and Smegma has a surprise in store…..off the pack went. At the first check Hotty encouraged the mob to head straight on, before gleefully calling them back after a mile or so, then ran quickly out of sight chasing Sweetmeat. About this time Flaps and myself decided our jointly buggered knees wouldn’t stand up to another Hotrocks Marathon and headed back to the beer, where we found 8 or 9 likewise physically retarded pissheads joyfully sucking away on coldies. The mob, apparently, roamed around the Depths of the Darkside in Ooralea before entering the esteemed Boomerang Pub for a refreshing piss-stop. And not a Smegma in sight. Eventually they all wandered back in dribs and drabs, and settled in around the eskies. The Smegma Surprise turned out to be his trip to the Sunshine Coast, so yes, we were surprised. But really couldn’t care less.
Being a Chrissy Party, a big box of prawns was produced, which were quickly gobbled down by a ravenous horde, until eventually all that was left were prawn heads, which OuiOui snaffled to take home to feed his fish…… but I suspect were more likely turned into a seafood stew or some such. HashCash called for money, after which the Esteemed Monkee called for a circle to be formed, along with a warning that those who interrupted The Monk would be Tunned immediately. At which point Pants, never one to keep quiet, was called forth for the first delightful Tun down-down. Which, I presume, had an adverse effect, judging by the wobbly boot she soon displayed. DownDowns for the hare Hotrocks, and host Hooker followed, and then the jokes and charges flowed. Newby Brian had a delightful drink from his new shoe, Hooker’s daughter Ebony, and friend Linda also tasted the wonderous Tun. A blast from the past, in the form of Trickle was called up for a returning runner sip, but disgraced herself for claiming our esteemed Tun tasted, in fact, like shit. We already knew that. McFanny called Cummalott forward, and returned her pilfered 50 run cap, taken mere minutes after being presented, and earning Cummalott a nice Tun. A second Tun was moments away, as the cap, worn whilst still in the circle, was quickly removed. GM Zorro had a drink for being in the Bowls Final leading the men’s hash team. More jokes, some good, some woeful, entertained the pack, until finally the circle closed with a rousing rendition of the Hash Song.
It was around this time that Radish sauntered in, still in work attire and covered in grease and coaldust, which triggered frightful memories for us retirees.
Then it was into the nosh…… ham, chicken, potato bake, salads, fresh rolls…. all stuffed down to keep the prawns company. More beers, until, as if by magic, Santa arrived with his little helper, to hand out presents to the assembly. Santa’s suit was a little ill-fitting, and Flaps ‘d around a bit, especially when sat upon by willing Harriettes, and more than a few Harriers….. (you’re a sick man OuiOui). A final indignation was the flashing of Santa by the slightly wobbly Pants.
Pressies were stashed away, and out came desert……. more food…… rum cake and non-rum cake and rum balls and custard and ice cream and trifle and apricot balls……
And about this time fully stuffed Hashers started to wobble off home.
All in all, a great night and a great success.
Many thanks go to the committee members who all chipped in to create the evening and brought along all the goodies.
OnOn…….
The Monk.
Just a few pics from the night.
