Run Date: 29th February 2016
Run No #1845
Hare: Screw & Fork
Venue: The Leap Hotel
Hashers: 28
Another Monday night and the mysterious gathering of hashers (people?) started gathering for the weekly ritual starting at 6.00pm. Of course those of us in the know (hashers) new exactly what was about to occur A shuffle, meander, or run to work up a thirst, followed by guzzling of alcohol, circle of bull shit, ritual eating of food ( so far it sounds religious) followed by more alcohol and bull shit.
At last, after all avenues of procrastination were exhausted, the Hare stood up and informed us the trail was marked in chalk and pink survey tape and go find it. The first search proved wrong so back to the start and off in another direction. At this point it looked like the perfect new “Hasher” had been recruited. Piccolo was seen strolling along fag in mouth with a beer in hand. 🙁 but more about this later. *
Being a run at the leap (29/2/16), the direction of the trail started a few derogatory comments about the hares parentage, as we headed in the direction of ‘the’ hill. But all was saved because we tumbled down the railway embankment through a soggy muddy patch, back onto the highway, left onto the old leap road to the piss stop. From there it was on on home to the Leap hotel.
Eventually the circle was called by the Monk, following a suitable delay after Delicious tried to hijack an earlier start. The following down downs were dispersed between jokes and interruptions:-
Screw for setting a great run
Zoro/Zero Just so people could recognise the clubs GM
Golly For having on obscene no of runs 200
Raggedy Can’t remember but she deserved it
*Piccolo After a promising start, dropping and wasting beer on the run
Shocker For running away from what he thought was a proposal but was in fact a an offer of a blow job from Sweetmeat **
After that there was no bloody way I could remember what happened. Song sung. Circle closed.
** Being The gentleman I am, I offered Sweetmeat my services to organise a Queue of hashers to help her with the extremely attractive offer she made.
She graciously declined. Sorry chaps.
The nosh was cooked in record time by the Leaps staff and was excellent. So good in fact that the almost imposable occurred. just about everyone shut up while they ate.
A few more drinks and more general chit chat then the exodus back to town began
Good run, good food and a good time had by all.
Don’t tell the government the bastards will want to tax it.
ON ON
Nicka Licka
