HASH TRASH 30/12/07

Hash Trash

Thursday’s Run: NB! THURSDAY 3 January 2008. Tinkerbell’s pad, Winters Wines, Newlands, at 18h30.

Next Sunday’s Run: 6 January 2008, Boyes Drive, Muizenberg/St James boundary at 17h00.

The Run That Was:
All manner of hashers descended on Koeksister’s family home in Vermont, that’s in the Western Cape, near Hermanus, not in the smelly old USA. The first thing this Pussy did was start to purr and sniff all of Koeksister se Mama’s wonderful plants in her garden. ‘Twas a sight for sore eyes indeed.

Hash proceeded in a mannerly (amazing!) direction towards the sound of baying hounds. The neighbouring canines serenaded us as we ran, walked, skipped and plodded on our way. Uphill, downhill and finally we came to a tranquil lake and regroup at check 4. We waited long enough for Boblet to catch up, could hear him coming as his heart-rate monitor was screaming blue murder by that stage, and we headed off again.

I was gaily skipping along on the path bordering the edge of the homes and the beautiful lake in a dazed dreamy state because of the alluring placid surroundings when suddenly, a huge great slobbering hound with withers as high as my shoulders and gleaming red eyes with looooooooong sharp shining teeth came bounding up in a snarling rage and tried to bite my head off in one go. Before my eyes flashed the scene from the movie Beowulf when the monster Grendl bit off the warrior’s head and stuffed the rest of the body in his mouth and chomped him all up. I found myself screaming and backed into a bush when the hound from hell’s master arrived to rescue a pussy in distress, well actually in near cardiac arrest mode.



From there on my whiskers were twitching and I was on high alert for all forms of canine barbarian beasts but the only other beasts I saw were wearing hash T-shirts. We ran along next to the sea and Keelover was heard to express orgiastic delight at the sight of the rock pools. She was gently persuaded to continue with the run and to leave the barnacles and perlemoen to play with later. Check 9 was another regroup with a booze stop with all hashers sprinting the final stretch when they caught a whiff of the beer and alcoholic water being passed around. From there on it was supposed to be a mere 500 m back to home and more booze and further gastronomic delights but it felt more like 5 km. But eventually all arrived home safely at the Koeksister family haven, even Boblet, whose heart rate monitor was still sending out distress signals.

Our sincerest thanks to Mama and Papa Koeksister for their hospitality and loaning us their wonderful home for the day.

Sinners:
Mal-befoek and Keelover – for not wearing hash T-shirts in the circle.
Mama and Papa Koeksister for hosting us and allowing us to wreck their home.
Visiting feet, Lady Paw-Paw and Hotpants, from Mauritius.
Dutchcap for wearing breasts in the circle and Pussy Galore for not having any breasts to wear.
Hare – Koeksister for the run of the year.
Koeksister se broer for being beaten by a woman (drinking).
Boblet for feigning a sore shoulder so he could run at the back.
Hermanus, the RA, for his addiction to chocolate cupcakes.


ON ON!
Pussy Galore