Tuesday, September 21, 2010

Run#194 - The Red Trash

What a great turn out. Seems this weather brings out runners as well as itchy patches of dry skin and hay fever.

Mixed bag of running and walking and short cutting taking place and the pack held up until they were in sight of home and the Hash Trailer full of beer - resistant though it was to tampering.

There were more accents than you could poke a pauline hansen at - We had some visitors from Perth by way of Dundee and two virgins. I believe one of them tried to cheer crusty up by telling him what a great run he'd set! What a load of shit!

Great run - novel checks. Though i wouldn't to take the front runners to the pub - none of the seem to know how to shout. Towards the end of the run as decided by the majority of the pack there was a great little double back around the construction area - my first visit to old seaview shopping centre for a few years - much in the same state of repair as when I was last there.

Long long long wait for the stragglers that actually "completed" the run and had their hash halt - though if you want the entire pack to turn up then maybe Emu Export isn't teh way to get them there - Porno certainly suck his up - still a month or two in Fitzroy'll do that.

On the subject of porno Faucet would like to apologise for mistaking Fish Finger for Cock-up and me for mistaking Crack-a's arse for butter's.....

Slang is copping some flack in her new role as Haberhasher and rightly so. I noticed she palmed of a shirt to Kamakaze which had some suspicious extra room up front, up top.

She seems to have taen to the job though setting up an impromptu stall on the foot paths for passersby.

We saw the long anticpated return of F-in after a long solo career of walking and running the streets.

Down down's there were a few and the nugget of a new virgin song and accompanying actions based on "ring a ring a rosy" was dropped from the collective creative orifice.

Stealth was photographed in someone else's dress. this seems to be a hash thing though it is usually Faucet or CIAF.

Slops wore ludicrously new and pastelly shoes that turned out to be waterproof! Handy for drinking out of though she was a little reticent.

That's all i can rember happening - the problem with haveing good beer at Hash is I drink too much of it and my recall fails. Unlike the other trasher, I don't have the benefit of photos to jog my memory - though I may have a billion more synapses then that geriatic old bastard!

There seems to be a ground swell towards having an earlier run next week which could be good. Apparently someone called John Buttlips is playing??? So it is a run and tequila sunsets at 5.00pm and screw the food! Not even Hot Chips!

2 comments:

Faucet said...

For those of you, who, like me or maybe not, don't know what synapes are then they are essential to neuronal function: neurons are cells that are specialized to pass signals to individual target cells, and synapses are the means by which they do so. At a synapse, the plasma membrane of the signal-passing neuron (the presynaptic neuron) comes into close apposition with the membrane of the target (postsynaptic) cell. Both the presynaptic and postsynaptic sites contain extensive arrays of molecular machinery that link the two membranes together and carry out the signaling process. In many synapses, the presynaptic part is located on an axon, but some presynaptic sites are located on a dendrite or soma or something like that.

Faucet said...

And who wants to go and see someone who is a Butler in a toilet?