From Bridgestone to North & Sexbridge Jock & Wrappa Lay It Down
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Most of us thought that our resident Rubber man, that is the SH3 purveyor of car tyres to hashing gentry, had retired and slipped into commercial oblivion. But we live in an electronic world where the digital traces follow us everywhere, so when Jock the rubber man elected to set this run it wasn’t hard to sniff out his latest entrepreneurial wheezes. Using his inside knowledge of the rubber industry, Jock has slipped into his long loved and more sophisticated product…….LATEX no less. And the reason for his retiring silence? In short it’s Sexy and downright Kinky and a sure bet to give the Pirelli Calendar a hard run for its money. So let’s delve into and reveal the skimpy underworld of Jock’s loose living latex world, not least before your investigative journo takes some long service leave in a couple of weeks time.
So fellow hashmen, please place your orders NOW for Jock’s Latex 2014 Calendar which your new incoming committee will be arranging for your perving pleasure. There’s a wide selection of Jock’s Latex Girls from which to choose.
Meanwhile Jock the Rubber Boy outsourced a number of tasks for Monday night to the ever enveloping Wrappa. Now there’s another hashing enigma, wouldn’t you say? The Wrappa alias Louis Balfour …..the Wrapping Chef, or is that Rapping Chef
And by a monumental coincidence makes …you’ve guessed it……he
makes …Wraps. Not that we saw any, either at the bucket (as stylish
canopies) which any hare of class and distinction would have prepared
for their mates, or at the pub….Most particularly as Wrappa’s Hashing
Mantra is “ What about your Mates?” ….So what DID happen to
Wrappa? Well his feeble excuse was that he was a late ring in, and
besides, he was too busy attending to the bucket because it was a warm evening and the pack’s thirst was up. Obviously the run had done its work! ‘
So what about the run? Those Friday night Northbridgers were fooled into Wrappa “The Wrapping Chef” thinking that this was going to be another summer run, but backwards.
But it wasn’t …it was MUCH, MUCH more. Using just about all the small laneways and all the steps around Tunks Park and Cammeray before heading through a dead end graveyard (more politely called a cemetery in good society) for down town St Leonards. The luver of lots of steps The Goon was not there to test his legs or his stepping passion, so we did it for him and it felt like one of Escher’s never ending staircases. Wrappers Wraps
But Hey!, surely we were there for a little exercise, and not as some of the walkers believe for a CWA ‘chat-in’ mixed with a mild dose of perambulation. Speaking of which there are some hashmen who rarely get close to your journo’s radar in the whole year, but one was out to impress me last Monday.
Trundling down towards Tunks Park, Robbo suddenly had a burst of youth, the likes of which have not been witnessed in almost 30 years. Even his legs did not know what was happening. Momentarily I WAS impressed, but just as soon and fast as it happened it all came to an abrupt end and Robbo’s 2013 moment of hashing glory was “Red Rover” within seconds. But it was a wonder to watch.
Then a brief sojourn of Naremburn and park before heading back via Willoughby Sports complex for the home trail.
The Goon’s favourite: stairs, steps and more stairs
Even then there were more steps and surprises, before running into the Pit Stop that has it all…..The Bucket. A really good run by a master of tyres and Latex girls with his Wrapping mate who ironically doesn’t. The night was lightened by two visitors: The ever evil Jack the Ripper’s Godson who was wearing his gloves on his feet. He said it made him feel lighter that way…you’ve got to hand it to him, although I didn’t see him at the bucket, and then there was Three Prong from Fukinawa with his multi coloured kimono which clearly made Little Shit feel right at home, or is that envy?
The best committee you had all year is suffering a little burn out. In fact most of them weren’t there for the On-On upstairs in the private dining room for the $15-00 steak special. Mash complained that his dentures couldn’t cut through the gristle. He said it had the texture of old car tyre rubber. What the hell do you expect for that price?.. Rubber Jock s-t-r-e-t-c-h-e-d himself to be a the stand in Hash Cash, Pay-ling decided to become a Grand Dad and Box Kite officiated while President Darwin Don decided to take it quietly for the night…clearly he is saving himself for his BIG night next week when his Harem Harriets join him and us on his very own run over in Randy Wick….Read below for details. .
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