Run - 1808 - 19th June 2022
Date:19.06.2022
Hares: Pussy Galore and Up Yer Bum.
Run Number: 1808
Location: Mijas Golf
Number of Hashers: 25ish
Virgins: 2
Visitors: None that I can recall.
Run Score: 9.4
Anniversaries:
Report: my arrival at the run site was delayed due to STTI insisting that we wait for the washing machine to complete it's business. What? Did she need to retrieve a much loved pair of knickers for today's run? For 10 minutes we watched as her unmentionables tumbled around in endless revolutions before the accursed thing stopped. "I cannot find my purse", she added. Oh no, I thought. Does putting your purse in the washing machine amount to money laundering? Are we looking at at stretch of porridge in the slammer? Luckily enough, the said purse magically appeared from behind a cushion and thankfully, dry as a bone!
We duly arrived the has site site, cleverly chosen as Mijas's secret bomb shelter underneath the autopisser. No way would Putin's missiles and rockets find us here! The chalk talk was already under way as I hastily changed into my Hashing shorts. Halfway through the operation, Golden Cascade appears at the tailgate demanding that I empty my wallet of hash cash. In my panick laden attempt to avoid flashing my "liathróidi" at her, I attempted to put both of my limbs into the same leg of my shorts, much to her amusement!
By this stage, I had missed most of the chalk talk, but I gathered that it would be a demanding trail.
Attaching myself to the runners, we headed off out of the gloom and straight away into a series of industrial type roadways that somehow were designed to grow motor cars out of the ground. The dustier, the better. A baffling series of checks, false trails and checkbacks followed. It appeared as if the whole area had been clusterbombed with them. We finally emerged out onto the riverbed and a delightful trail through a long, bamboo archway. We skirted a field and reached a roadway. Ryan, the youngest member of the Brady Bunch, decided to totally ignore his dad, Pister Brady's advise on how to avoid being flattened by passing cars, and be a hash brat. "He takes after me, when I was his age" muttered Brady snr. Now we know where it all comes from.
The beer stop cum cava stop quickly appeared and not too soon as lack or liquid refreshments were slowing the pack down.
The on in beckoned and we dived back into the shade of the gloomy tunnel for the circle.
Sandra Bollox quickly called the flock to fold and the Hares, Pussy Galore and Up Yer Bum got their just deserves and a mighty score of 9.4. Good run guys- Ed.
Virgins Oliver and Will were introduced to the circle amid lots of applause.
Our beloved Fuhrer then took charge and threatened the armchair brigade with many types of waterboarding if they as crossed their legs or drank from their right hands. Punishments were dished out left right and centre, chief offender being Caca Pants, who ended up being renamed Caca Maps for directing the Brady clan to somewhere near Marbella to get to the hash.
Anniversaries were dished out,
Up Yer bum 780
Pussy Galore 350
From behind 350
Suck My Piece 10
Sooper Pooper 70
Blank Wanka 45
STTI 20
Rick O'Shea 20
That's all from me. On On to next Sunday.
