Run No. 2596 – 27th March 2017

Th…th…that’s all Folks

It may not be the end of the world but it was the end of summer hashing as we know it till next October – which by the way is after this Committee’s reign. Trail was set at Nth Head, a not too uncommon venue, but the ON ON was to be half a suburb away – we’ll wait to see how that works!
The first disaster of the night was Co-Hare Ayatollah losing his favourite secateurs whilst preparing trail – in a National Park? The old rock wall posed a few problems for the Hares – no random holes through to the other side like days of old but instead the powers that be (theirs not ours) have manufactured 2 only openings which limited things a bit. That really wasn’t the problem – it was the Hares lack of willingness to let 45 old farts too close to the cliff edge which limited their choices.
There were the various versions of quality of trail. Bumcrack’s version was tainted by the fact he gave Polish Joke the map to lead the short walkers around. Flying Scotsman said “there were no arrows” whilst Superglue who was standing next to him said “bullshit there was”. Goon Show reckoned it “was the worst marked summer trail this year” – but then maybe his judgement of trails is as good as his judgement of red wine.
Wrappa provided horse’s doovers in the form of leftovers from the previous days Hash Cruise which went down a treat until the nibblies were interrupted when Simmo kicked the olives over.

So, the move to the other end of Manly for the On – surprisingly I don’t think we lost a soul. Honolulu Grill always seems to do the right thing by the Hash and tonight was no different although I noticed that Polish Joke and BTG were sitting close to the door in case the management recognised them as personae non grata Moochers and they needed a quick exit. I do think in future at all restaurant nights we should let Little Shit go into the establishment in advance to sort out the host before we arrived. Have you seen him operate? – walks straight in tells the management what HE wants and gets HIS meal pronto – having him on OUR side in future might speed things up for everyone. The usual fare (steak, salmon, and linguini) and it was good as well – bread with chips for entre and chips with ice cream for dessert – “that’s the way they do things in Manly” said co-hare Capt Bligh.

Most of the local punters had had enough of us so the President took to the floor. 777, on the way back from the dunny, tried to crash the proceedings but was completely ignored by the hierarchy.
First up we had Hares Ayatollah and Capt Bligh – the captain dragged the anchor (err.. chain) with his drinking skills. Polish Joke drank as a representative of the Moochers and was immediately called on for a joke but held off – Goanna got a year older and Wrappa was the Harbour Cruise Captain’s pick. Wee Willy also drank for no Hash gear.
With Pee Dub AWOL and Tic Toc in NZ dealing with the sheep the humour was a little different tonite. Polish Joke came good with an Italian joke which was plate lickin’ good. Kitty Litter plagiarised another hasher’s joke without the proper acknowledgement. JTR tossed in a quickie, and now that his wife is home from holidays Wee Willy’s jokes have improved outa sight – even had a pictorial.

On On(to winter)
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