If you're under 29 & you come to hash next week, you're up for down downs+. Plenty of old crew hashers backing up Sunday's festivities with a refreshing light rain run. The recent influx of young hashers were almost in entirety missing in action. Bristles, with a hash dad driving her to hash, doesn't get points for attending. The RA's boss must have thrown away the moulds after 1985. F$&! 1985 = 29. So legal is .. 1996. Wow. Or 1998.
Octo & Flogger
- at run 3 - set a highly complex pink ribbon run. Too complex a system to
semantically recreate here, but suffice to say it required a compass, detailed
latitudinal / longitudinal maps and a rain gauge. Hashers born overseas - who
have passed the Australian citizenship test - were more likely to successfully
complete the run, decoding the remaining (ie: not sabotaged) directionally
suspicious quiz questions. The hash halt was shut down by things biting the GM
(not in a nice way, although see Nb below).
Helpfully, AIDS rigged
homing beacon/s - bright lights to aim for on a gloomy night. You can
probably still see the beacon/s shining now given the keys are locked in til her
boyfriend returns from Hedland with spares. Unfortunately the rigging of the
lights ate into 20 min of the run, confusing Faucet when he arrived 5 min late
and had to wait around like the rest of us normally do for him.
downs downs for stuff. Returnees: AIDS, Topless Rental & Hippy Shagger.
Media: Backpage & Cock. Ice chair for AIDS. Other ones too ..
was a rendition of a Darwin hash song to the theme of the oz national anthem. It
was actually pretty good with turtle girl & Backpage harmonising in the back
row. That sounds like some sort of euphemism but it's not. Well it wasn't when I
Oh and the almost a double rainbow - incidentally, did anyone
else notice Cock's shoelaces are rainbows? - was a pretty amazing moment.
Hash nosh was a winter curry sat around the deck table.
& Spec snuck away at a suspiciously similar time.