Run 969 - 01 Apr 2007
Hash no. 969
Hares : Up yer Bum And Jerry CanPhotos from Up-yer-bum also some from other previous hashes
A throng of 38 hashers mustered to the rear of the Elviria Supersol supermarket. The number was a tribute to the tenacity and resourcefulness of those hashers who persevered rather than to the hares who considered that clairvoyance was a preferred option to direction signs. Who knows how many hashers are still out there on the N340 wistfully searching out clear direction from non existent signage.
At 4.17 sharp Mummys Boy waddled into an open area and requested that the motley crew should endeavour to form something that represented something other than a square. By 4.30 he had the undivided attention of at least 50% of the hashers and requested further insight into the forthcoming run from the hares who indicated that they had foregone their former spiritual leanings and opted for the more conventional hash signage utilising flour.
A guest of the Stiffs was introduced as the only virgin and the Hash introduced themselves individually. It must be noted at this juncture that Trailer Trash seems to be ashamed of his hash nom de plume and was at pains to remind everybody that in a former life he was called One Hung Low, which had in the past served him well as a chat up line. Sorry Trailer Trash you are Trailer Trash aka TRAILER TRASH !!
A photo shoot was called - the hash flash had forgotten the camera, Trailer Trash, the professional photographer, had no new batteries, Tightarse did not know how to download his photos, so somebody took a photo with their phone (wot happened to phone calls ?)
The run – now the scribe is in a little bit of a quandary. Having only recently committed myself to the ranks of a walker, I have no idea where we went. Enjoying conversation with fellow walkers and occasional giving support to the runners with the occasional Дre You?ґґI can only vaguely remember walking through an Elvirian suburb with a bit of a trot along the beach. The halfway Beer stop as usual at threequarters the way provided plenty of beer, lots of crisps and ginger topped brownies. Afterwards we continued our riveting conversation and walked through more Elvirian suburbs back to base.
In the circle more enlightened hashers were prepared to voice their praise/criticism and gave it a rousing average of 6.45.
The RA stalked into the circle and cleansed those miscreants of their sins. A couple of notables were – Up yer Bumґs dog had devoured a dead squid complete with hook and had had major surgery to remove it at cost of €600 – which left us all musing whether the money would have been better spent buying a new Flakey friendly variety. It had also been noted that Streakyґs daughter (her with the physical body) had been to the Hash several times and had avoided being christened. If that be the case quoth she I will not come again – she was dutifully christened Not Cum Again.
Cannot think of any more, so ON ON to next week with Flakey and Stiffanny
Knockout Neptune
