Wednesday, December 30, 2009
What Can I say? Well actually I can say whatever I like. Run number 156. What a fantastic run. Beautiful location, great trail markings, variety of terrain, magnificent sunset , cool Indian Ocean breezes, a chance to run on the famous Broome racecourse, a water crossing and all set over a nice length run (unless you were Spec and took the 2km detour around the water obstacle). So where the fuck was everybody? No singing, no Roebuck Primary. You can’t use the fact that you were away on holidays as an excuse. We have lots of daily flights now so you could have flown home for the run. Oh well, your loss. Anyway the fantastic seven of us were treated to Faucets legendary Sausage Scroll thingies. Catered for twelve and we nearly polished them all off. Lucky they have lots of healthy vegies in them. Great to see Fish Fingers back and in good form, leaving her boss in her wake. A couple of no namers were back and keen although one of them sneaked off early with Bee Knees to avoid the water obstacle. Obviously didn’t want to get their petticoats wet. And Muppet the stayer dragged herself off the couch to clock up run number 83. What dedication. Not much else to say really. A bit silly singing songs when there are only 7 people but we did. And for something intelligent. Did you know that the word Queue still sounds the same if you take away the last four letters. I know, how do I keep coming up with such amazing things?
Next week. First run of theyear. Run off the holiday excess (and then eat and drink some more).
It will be at Hilary's, that's the person not the place. Details to come.
Thursday, December 24, 2009
Ho Ho Ho. The Xmas Run. What a bunch of wankers. 13 in fact. We started at the prison and probably lucky we didn’t end up there. Following our hare Directors call sheet we ran the gauntlet of venues that had any possible audiences to hear the Hash Choir. The McDonalds version of the 12 days of Xmas was good but the staff didn’t quite get it. The run past the visitor centre brought on the first of 2 impromptu performances when the Greyhound bus pulled in. At the Laundromat we listened to Slang as she sang solo, her rendition of some crude English carol and then had our first beverage from the barrow. A quick rehearsal of that carol with the fa la la la la bits in it and it was on to the stage for the real thing at the “Checkouts in Coles”. We performed well under the flouro lights. Then off to the Lustre Bar where we received our first applause. As a choir member this was a touching moment for me but unfortunately we had no time for autographs as our hectic schedule had us performing at the Roey two minutes later. All the patrons at the Roey got right into Directors version of Frosty the Snowman. One of them did a little dance and the other took a picture on her mobile phone. Our cultural moment came when we sang one of the more traditional Christmas ballads to a family sitting by a fence on Kennedy Hill. We shared the barrow push and I think
Oh. The run was 4.3kms by the way.
Wednesday, December 23, 2009
Thursday, December 17, 2009
XMAS WADDLE WALK FEATURING THE HASH-BARROW,
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10 Stewart St (swimming pool)
FOOD , DRINKS & a few SURPRISES! hohohehe!!!
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530PM WADDLING OFF AT 6PM
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Tuesday, December 15, 2009
I have a concern. Muppet and Fish Fingers set the trail on the weekend but when we turned up on Monday night for the run; Muppet and Porno were there but Fish Fingers nowhere to be seen. Until meal time when she perhaps turned up on the plate! Is there some sort of weird love sex triangle thing going on here? What were these weird drawings on the run? Why did Muppet borrow my mulcher on Saturday? Why were there so many fish fingers? And do fish really have fingers? Too many questions for such simple folk. Anyway despite starting to eat our members we’re still getting good numbers turn up for runs. The run was shit of course, no-one died, no-one got lost, not even Radar but at least we didn’t go through the Primary school. Slang appeared late in the middle of the run and a few of the fast boys and Quickie looked like they’d been swimming or at least got a good workout. Slow Lane was the RA, unfortunately a couple of his more amusing remarks were wasted on those few people not paying attention. Slang copped lots of flak for her antics as the evil enforcer last week but this week was much mellower. So sweet! We had a couple of virgins and repeat virgins who must be ready for a naming soon. Probably going to be unfortunate if they get a hash name that has something to do with food! Half-arsed returned with a child which I think was his, Shrink was back and flashing her sexy look but who the fuck is the person in the other photo? My fault I guess, I just put the camera down and....
Faucet ended up having a down down for wearing a dress and a wig on Friday night, I thought I was quite hot. He shared his down down with
And second last but not least the bit of factual information for those requiring some cerebral stimulation. Did you know that the first cyclone to be named in
Friday, December 11, 2009
Thursday, December 10, 2009
Well finally I’ve got some good smutty gossip about a couple of hashers, thanks to Slang and Pash. Unfortunately Slang told me not to say anything and considering the way she viciously “iced” the face of a virgin when she was down down enforcer on Monday, I’m too scared to say anything. So I guess it’s just “our” little secret. Shame. The Run. Not Bad for a Roey run, No Roey Primary School. Yeh. Pink Bits and Barge were the Hares and wanted to make sure we earned our beers. Barge might have short legs but sets long runs. They kept the pack together well and made Spec do lots of work checking out the falsies. Good to see Quickie back but 4 weeks holiday had slowed her down. Better effort than Slow Lane though, who turned up late, slapped himself in the face a bit then poured water on his head and said he’d just had a good work out. There was a great Hash Halt at Divers where Pink Bits confused the poor barmaid so much we ended up with a couple of free jugs of beer. The Virgins were a bit worried about drinking in the middle of the run, but they got over it and joined in. It was a long on back from Divers to Kestral especially if you followed the racey Barge down the first falsie or one of the virgins who takes you on the long route. It was great to have Slow Lane back to run the circle and supply the Matso’s ginger beer. Not that I particularly like ginger beer but everyone else seems to. It’s so strange that everybody is weird except me. I guess I’m getting used to that now though. The circle had three virgins which was great to see and we have a few old virgins who are turning up regularly and will soon need names, so start thinking. We did have the naming of the little girl lost who was christened Radar mainly due to her first effort out in Sunset Park where we unsuccessfully sent out a search party for her. Radar of course is a palindrome. No, Fish Fingers, not one of those things you ride bicycles around. I think she’s the only palindrome we have so it’s pretty exciting. Right.
We had a couple of returnees and sang a dismal farewell song to Flasher who’s finally realised we’re just a bunch of losers and is heading south. Slang took on the role of enforcer with relish. Hopefully next week she’s mellowed out a bit or we might have to hand cuff her to a post.
Food. Enough chilli con carne (or whatever you would call it) for all of Roebuck estate and was great. I had two helpings. It’s okay to eat and drink more at Xmas so you get fat and make Santa feel a little less obese. Speaking of Santa and Xmas, don’t forget to turn up on Friday for our Xmas Party. Wear something beginning with H. At first I was thinking of coming as a hormone but that’s just a noise so I’ll have to think of something else. Get back to work. See you tomorrow. This is what lots of guys are dreaming about at Xmas!
Saturday, December 5, 2009
Tuesday, December 1, 2009
Well it was Mama Muppet and Papa Faucet and the kids running around old Broome and Chinatown on a Monday night. Young F’ing the hare set a short but fast course as opposed to the marathon she set last time. Spec for a change wasn’t the first one to the first check but only because he was just arriving as we took off. Once the jelly beans kicked in he set a blistering pace and much to F’ings disbelief he seemed to avoid all the false trails. There was no shortage of arrows arrows arrows arrows arrows . Maybe F’ing knocked off all of Tugs arrows from last week. Barge barged through the drain behind the visitors centre and ended up with brown spots on the back of her legs which looked a little sus. Up through the Coles carpark and down the stairs and then on past the Roey where the girls got whistles and drink offers. I didn’t. Up Kennedy Hill where I occasionally get a whistle and a drink offer but not that night and then on home down the other side to Captains by the Bay. Lots of cold beer, a great pool and luxurious surroundings. The kids were reasonably well behaved except for a couple of the older ones like Barge and Slang.
Pash turned up late. Apparently she had a good excuse because she’d spent the last week bonking old boyfriends on boats and buses and trains up and down the west Australian coast and didn’t need the exercise. That may be a slight exaggeration but hey, I’m short on smutty gossip so it will have to do. Faucet ended up the default Religious Adviser for the evening as the regular ordained ones were away. We had the circle in the pool which was pretty cool. 3 virgins who managed to put away their cold down downs in the required time. Muppet quietly sneaked through without mentioning it was her 80th run. That’s just over one a year. As usual there were a couple of charges but I can’t
The food as usual was great. F’ing served up her signature rissoles, some long snags and a couple of salads. A rissole of course is from the Latin russeolus, meaning reddish, via French in which "rissoler" means "to [make] redden" and is a small croquette, enclosed in pastry or rolled in breadcrumbs, usually baked or deep fried. It is filled with sweet or savoury ingredients, most often minced meat or fish, and is served as an entrée or main course. In Portugal, rissoles are known as rissóis (singular "rissol") and are usually filled with cod, minced meat, shrimp or (less frequently) chicken or a combination of cheese and ham. The Australian rissole like F’ings is generally made from minced meat without a pastry covering, but sometimes with breadcrumbs. The New Zealand rissole is much the same as the Australian rissole but may contain diced yellow onion and cooked on a BBQ as a healthier option during summer. A sausage of course in all countries just looks like a long, skinny, sun weathered penis.