R I P RABBIT

This may appear to be a blantant attempt at plagerism – or some might say it is a rehash of the hash trash - Wrabbits Memorial 2009 - where names have been changed to protect the innocents who were not present in 2010 – some will say the run operated in reverse.

The group was moved along by Hand job to the corner of Carrington and Coonanbarra. Low! Looking up at us from the bitumen was Rabbit. It’s so good of him to join the group. Sadly it was further proof that departed Hashers need to look up not down to keep an eye on the living!

Hand Job gave some instructions about the run which no one understood - what another live hair night - Trust Me with trusty map and his very own trusty memory was hitting the trail and then it was ON ON.

The Two Dogs with dog handlers TightA*se and Frosty forging ahead as they sensed they were on the trail of a Rabbit.

A steep climb up Carrington, a left and a right then along Boundary. "What’s that noise behind us" said Ossmozzes to Fookawee. "Can’t hear anything" responded Fookawee. She was a little worried about Ossie, He is retired now you know…"All that time spent at home" she thought "perhaps he is losing it"

"There it is again" exclaimed Ossie gasping at the second check point in Cliff Ave." A sort of soft regular pumping sound!"

"Sigh" murmured Fookawee to herself " Regular pumpings! Oh those were the days when we had regular pumpings, we are very fortunate though – there have been 10 days of Pumping Rock at Uluru."

Meanwhile Running Bear, BrenGun, AllDay, Tart and Frosty were further ahead As they entered the lane connecting Morris Ave and Junction St. Love Bra turned to Shane and gasped - Why all the muttering and groaning " "Never said a word" responded Shane

Down into the Two Dogs Park, a mystical trail of candles glowed softly, a ephemeral figure floated above the radiance, Buddha? Virgin Merry? No it was Hand Job sitting on a bench dispensing an inner warming spirituality,---- a thermos – tea perhaps – hot mead to sooth the inner hasher.

After several meads, alleged Baileys, and a nice drop of Stickys and some minties and chocs - a strange feeling of being watched crept over the Hashers. "Could Rabbit be watching?" Ventured No Way. We all moved a little closer to the candle light----and had another drink. With a boost of courage off we went to finish the run.

Burns Road: A thump, thump, thump, a mangled string of curses, in terror Running Bare raced ahead completely missing the Check – a Frosty curse has been put upon RB and On On Back to arrive at Carrington Park closely followed by Karena who had turned briefly to take a flash of the pursuing demon.

Ozzmosis and Fookawee, still a little worn out from 10 days at The Uluru Rock warmly welcomed returnees Hard On and Pussy who in turn were a little worn out from their 6 weeks in Tassie chasing tigers – no rock to pump in Tassie.

After the usual pointless down downs - I have been hashing for exactly a year - the Rabbit run was my very first time exclaimed TART to anyone who would listen but sadly nobody was.

The prick of the week shirt to Trust Me - just for - being a prick. The other hashers breathed a sigh of relieve - have you seen the state of that shirt.

the hashers repaired to the Waitara Kitchen to eat, drink and be merry in rememberance of Wrabbit and to celebrate JaneBond and Karena’s birthdays - an excellent On On

Trust Me remembered the flash. He gasped in amazement, we all gazed in wonder.

Rabbit had been with us on the run!!!!!!!!

onon

Anon The Writer

Red Dress Run

Barely a Hash

The night was dark and stormy – and that was just the burbourn cans in the car park - -where is everyone mummered AllDaySuckHer – maybe just us tonight – nah Babe, AllDay replied – Frosty will be here any minute. Then appeared the poof (of smoke) Running Bare hare and his hash helper Sqeeakk in the Chevy. Go home – no hash tonight - too wet – just joking. The throng gathered – we have a Virgin coming tonight – oooh really – Trust Me doubted that would happen - the Virgin did come and got right into the spirit of things – hashers drink w o w – does that include drinking games – I can show you a few if I can only remember them - geez. As the pack had trouble circling Running Bear drew a circle - a circle of hashers circled around the circle. If there were arrows they would look like this Running Bear said - sketching away madly on the asphelt with his blue chalk from the $2 shop - a masterpiece he deducted and wanted to put a barbed wire fence around it and charge for viewing. Only little bitsy bush tonight - translation - lots-a-bush – and a l o n g dark tunnel - dont be afraid SweetA - the hare would be right behind you and your sweetA keeping you both safe.

Walkers this way - Runners this way. Walkers faithfully followed hash helper Squeeak with her trusty memory and map - Running Bare unanimously decided to be a live hair - hashers do wonder sometimes if RB is indeed alive. On some roads - which way - ahhh it was the Hare asking – out of the blue appeared the blue chalk arrow - it was onon. OnOn into THE tunnel - RB was beside himself with joy as he entered this dark dank space. OnOn in-out to the other side - into the true-blue land of hash bush. Only two ways to go was the cry from the pack - straight ahead for the walkers - left for the runners - Trust Me found a third way - how does he do that? OnOn through the bush - up up out of the bush, right turn onon streets, onin to the drink stop. No fortified wine tonight - this was a 100% classy drink stop - PassionPop – Hand Job was now beside herself with joy – this takes me back 10 years to my mis-spend youth she reminisced - there were lashings of vodka - orange juice - creammy something - possibly home dis-stilled and numerous other bottles lined the disabled table top (you had to be there) along with the licorice all sorts - no AllDaySukers tonight - but there were mini CherryRipes. It was here that the VirginShane demonstrated his true blue hashing style - I'll just add a tiny bit of orange to this glass of vodka. There were rumblings - we have to go now - no way - you must have one more drink said the hare - lighten the load for Squeeak - she cant possibly carry all these 1/2 full bottles back to the car - much too heavy. After the longest drink stop in Wanderers Hashing History it was on-off. Walkers following Sqeeak at a fast pace - the bucket awaits - Follow me said the hare if you want a nice long run on home to sweat out the vodka - confusion reigned - walkers and runners headed in the same direction. About turn for the runners - and onon streets and round-a-bouts. Flashing hash lights attached to hashers went round and round and round the round-a-bouts – National Lampoons Hashing Vacation in Lindfield - once on a round-a-bout cant get off.

Then it was onon to the Circle. This week the down downs were administered by the acting assistant Beer Wench - No Way. The usual down down for a crap run to Running Bear and down down for great walk to Squeeak. Various Trust Me and AllDay down downs and a meaningless down down to Hand Job from Frosty. The run report was given by AllDay - sh*t run - the walkers report by No Way who has been having lessons from BrenGun on how to say a lot without actually saying anything but when condensed into two words - excellent walk. Combination run/walk score - 9.5-2.3 +0.1 = 8.6.

Down Down AND Virgin Song to the Virgin - who gave an eloquent speech on how he came to be at hash and how he will continue to hash and how he and Trust Me have become best buddies in five minutes because they are Poles apart.

AGAIN the prick of the week went to Love Bra - clearly he has fallen in love with the shirt.

Then it was onon to the onin - The spiffy Koon Thai Restaurant. Here the hashers partook of delectible dishes chosen by No Way. There was much frivolity at the onin - obviously fuelled by the intake of vodka and PassionPop earlier in the evening.

Then it was on home. Another great daylight saving run. . . if only it were daylight saving . . .

OnOn

Anon the Writer

PS

And what happens in the car park stays in the car park - literally. . . .