1142: Horse of the Apocalypse

In Greek legend it is said that Pegasus carried lightning bolts for Zeus. Fortunately for us she kept them in her saddle bags during her 666th run. Pegasus and Methuselah set a nice long-ish run across at beach 7 between the sailing club and the desalination plant. There were three trails set out in a fairly predictable circular pattern across some good flat running terrain. First in was myself, closely followed by Dr. Justice and a Geordie Farie.

There were approximately 4,872 namings done as follows.

Lisa Canton : Ooh Ah Cantona
Lucia : Dolphin
Oscar : Microphone
Ella : Chip Stealer
Kirsty : Bossy Knickers
Jody : Little Bibbles Did It

The recently named Funky celebrated her 100th run for which her mum Bubbles downed a can of beer. Pegasus was presented with a certificate and a photo to celebrate her 666th run and also joined in the down down at a slightly slower pace.

The spy was Bubbles who bucketed various people for not wearing red, Dave Baker for being too happy and a couple of kids for being too noisy.

We all adjourned to the sailing club where there was finger food a plenty and some more refreshment provided.

Congratulations Pegasus and hope you hang around to reach 700.


On On


Hot To Trot

1141: Exfoliation

Bubbles and Viva Le Pink took us out to Zikreet bay for a good sand blasting this week. The shamal was raging all around the brave hashers who were blasted with a mixture of sand, salt and seawater as they made their way along the trails. There were four trails of a medium length which formed a roughly circular route. The hares waited until the runners were miles away before calling it so they had to come all the way back past the cars and then run into the finish.

The cars were corraled around to protect from the elements and horizontally flying seabirds while the formalities were observed. First in was young Oscar Canton who said the toast excellently even though his sister kept interrupting. Comments were given by Morangie who compained about the wind and the sand and the length but agreed that it was a well marked and nice course for the better day it was set in.

The spy was Rigger Rob who, in his Canadian drawl regaled us with tales of crimes against the spirit of hashberdashery, navigational errors and fashion faux pas. Myself, GPS, Jaws and Vomit Comet were all treated to a soaking with icy water for our transgressions.

On On! HTT

Thanks Rocky for the photos and the comments.




Brilliant Super Fantastic Lovely

windy dusty long

Welcome STUART and WENDY welcome Fowlers Guests and welcome several back not least Magnus and Tabs.

It was a gorgeous spring day by the beach. Pinks said 'Just think, wouldn't it be awful if the sand stormed'. B just bubbled.

VC took one look, doubled back and left his flock to the elements for half an hour while he summoned the courage to return.

By which time even GPS had managed to find the spot.


Next week Peggy shows her devilish side,
666 and grub

1140: The Naming of the few

Absolute stunning conditions weather wise. This was going to be a busy Hash with several of the crew getting their Hash names so there was a lot to think about as you set off after the Hare for trail 1.There were 5 trails set by Mr Comet and Miss Disgrace and being from the school set about teaching us all a lesson in how to run over razor sharp rocks and deep soft sand. Ones glutemous maximus got a good work out that's for sure running in the soft stuff. Where was Bummer, Razamashaz and Glaiket ? They all love the butt exercise. The tracking skills from some of the Hashers were in evidence as the hares left footprints over the soft stuff. Rob the rigger being a bit of a trapper from Canada was first to set off in the general direction for trail 2 but either his sense of direction or the fact that he's never caught anything while out hunting meant that he missed the trail markings by a few hundreds of metres. While we were searching for trail 3 Coach actually found and ran the last 2 trails on his own after discovering trail 4,completely missing trail 3 and then finding trail 5 really quickly. He was looking for the On in when the rest of the crew were on trail 4. Blind as a bat springs to mind as the On in was found by Sideshow and Chelsea Bun where Gump, Coach ,Meths and Pegasus must have ran over it without seeing it. Was it there in the first place? Or did Miss Disgrace have it hidden up her Tee shirt? Mmmmm. One to ponder over. With all the Hashers back in one piece and in the Circle the" first in toast " was made by the two girls and in stereo. Comments were made by Pegasus and she was far too lenient on the Hares. Then we had the Down Downs for 50 runs for Postman Pat and Penelope Pisstup and then the naming of the few. Young Anya was named " Funky", Karen got " Viva in Pink " Marina was nominated to receive something in Spanish Dante Balde which meant something important, but being the Hash her new Hash name is Bald Aunty. Cruel rascals the lot of them. Del Boy was up last for his new moniker and His Missus Lisa lovingly wanted to call him "Big Fellow" and she blushed when we all enquired why. Mind you we couldn't tell if Del was Blushing because of the tan but he had a somewhat proud look about him after his Missus had said that. Ghandi, Gunga Din and Tea boy were all thrown into the circle but it was his lack of direction that got him G.P.S. Apparently Del can get lost going from his Living room sofa to his TV. The Spy was Coach and he bucketed young Hang about and Llana Scott for misbehaving during the speeches. Morangie for the pirate moustache and his little beard, Clouseau for mistreating the creatures of the world, Klipe as a welcome back, Lisa for suggesting " Big Fellow "and to cool her "amour" and Penelope Pisstup for the hell of it. Next weeks Blog will be composed by Rocky as I am off on my Jollies for a couple of weeks. On On.

1139: The Rocky road to Dublin

The numbers were up from the previous week due to the beautiful weather and our Hares for this week were the Morgan & Canton clans. So off we drove past the Sailing club along past the Sheiks palace and along the coast track to the QP picnic site. There were easier ways to get there but the Hares wanted to test all the four by fours and shake us all down to our socks. 3 Trails marked in orange and frugally marked as well. In these days of credit crunches and teaching your kids not to be wasteful there was not a drop of paint left from the one can our hares used. Micro dots of paint to show us the way and they were an eyesight test for our elder hashers.
For the time of year the trails were a good length and once your eyes became accustomed to the markings it was enjoyable watching Jaws leading all the kids down trail 3. (A modern day Pied piper) First in was Postman Pat & comments were made by Dave Baker and secondary ones by Danny Clarke. The spies for the day were one of Dels clan and one of Danny's ( The girls names escape me for the moment ( Ella and Christina ? ) and will no doubt be a bucket in the near future for yours truly ) and the girls buckleted their dads for being dad, Miss Disgrace for pinching juice from the Kids quench,Mr Comet and Gump for just being there, Hangabout coz they think he's cute and Penelope Pisst up because she's a teacher !
The Hashmaster informed the Hash that there is a Ball coming up on the 14th May and that this is a Formal Dance and not a raffle of someones unmentionable. There will be further circulars about it in the forthcoming weeks ahead. On On

1138: Thunderbolts and Lightning Very,very frightening

It was a rainy day in Greendale and only a few mad Hashers gathered for a soaking. Thunder and lightning all around us and we mad souls were set for a live Hash.What some folk will endure for a drink from the Quench's box of amber nectar. Mr Comet explained all about live Hashes to those of us who hadn't done one before ( Mainly the kids) and proceeded to produce the required pieces of paper with things like Hare 1 , Hare 2 etc written on them. The Hashers were then asked to pick one piece of paper each and keep it secret. Some of the kids were brilliant at keeping it a secret except Ben. We all knew he was Hare 3. So we began following one of the youngsters Cara for trail 1 and being a good girl kept the run down to about 1km. The rain started pelting down but did it dampen our enthusiasm? Not a chance. Dave set off on trail 2 after Coach and Penelope Pisst up led the Hashers on a couple of falsies. The On In was Ceeweed and he called it after Coach had summoned the runners with a Ni No shout and a waving of the arms a distance away in the desert.Postman Pat and Fran and a few of the hard of understanding ran towards the man who had to explain the folly of their ways. What the girls uttered was unprintable ! First in was Clouseau who wore sailing shoes and splashed in every puddle on the way back to the cars. Comments were made by Del, and Lo and behold the Spy was the coach. He bucketed Ben and Oscar for unruly behaviour during the comments, Postman Pat for the Non purchasing of Strawberry Cheesecake ice cream from Baskin Robbins and Clouseau for getting the number of the runs wrong again. The rain kept off long enough for Fran to take a few more snaps from Simon's camera and the Hardy lot a few more amber nectars. On On