Bogger and Virgin hare Warrick Slangs Bitch set a shit run from the hospital units on Weld Street which attracted a couple of dozen of us. A few of the regulars were notably absent and missed out on a Hash first. Some of the lucky runners in the bush near Demco stumbled across a traditional ceremony being performed. It involved a man with his pants down and a woman on her knees. Unfortunately I wasn’t sucked in by the false trail despite WSB’s continuous on on calls and missed all the action. We also paused down on Demco reserve to lament the passing of Yama’s bike. The hares had drawn fitting replica on the path and Yama had a ride but it obviously wasn’t the same and we had to move on, following those imaginary checks and made up ons. At some stage on the beach Bogger managed to pick up a boy but it was all a bit fishy so she dumped him for something better. There was a hash halt with a delightful fruit punch at Deep Throats and a pretty little HH symbol which matched the pretty arrows and sunny checks. Cock in a Frock was Cock in a green dress for the Circle. We had a couple of virgins who had to dance around the ancient Inca Coconut, we had returnees, Bubbles and Vagrant and Faucet had to have a down down for media because his daughter was in the media during the week. That’s not fair. The food was great if not poorly timed. We had a nice chilli con carne sin arroz. Translated that was chile con carne without rice. Apparently the rice was still not cooked after we had all headed home. There was also a nice dahly thingy and ice creams. Not together and without rice. Bogger got breathalysed on the way home with the trailer on but got through unscathed. Good night.