STAR LIGHT STAR BRIGHT
Well a clear night, not a breath of wind and the sky twinkling with stars, Hotlips pointed out the Southern Cross and other Constellations. The crowd, a bit smaller that usual, only 14 and there’s no threat of rain but the fire and nibbles kept us entertained. Reluctant to leave the warmth we staggered outside. Hotlips gave us the guff and Fourplay and I took up the rear and we are off. The runners disappeared and reappeared and we are into the bush. Crikey its not spring yet, the pack waited for us and it’s more bush and a swing to the right just as well we had torches as there were a few snags and you know my reputation. After 30 minutes we hit the main drag. Quack suggested we two short cut and we headed the wrong way. After 15 minutes were only just ahead of the pack.
Then a cunning detour lead to my downfall, across a block, down some stairs, down a lane way and across another vacant block, where I went A over T . Grateful for Fourplay’s help, I staggered to my feet as the pack appeared. We did nothing to warn them of this cunning detour. Time is getting on nearly an hour when we hit Tim Trent’s back yard where 2 ladders roped together formed a bridge, my blood ran cold !! Hash Brown turned them into a seesaw and nearly came a cropper, Gotabit decided it was her turn in the barrel [one stepping stone was an old wine barrel] and now its me. Dickie’s shouting instructions ‘take care, don’t step on the barrel!’ [too late] but somehow I negotiated it and headed for home across the road.
As I had been on the square for 4 days I didn’t have a beer or a glass of wine but settled down with Plastered to discuss the City to Surf. I ran in the first one in 1972, did 72 minutes with minimum training but inspired me to take up competitive running for the next 35 years. The circle is called and Chunky gave us the guff and Kwickie took over the RA’s job. For such a sweet looking guy he has a bit of a mean streak, I admitted that Tues. 22/8 1958 was my wedding anniversary to the first Jan[yes 59 years] but the 2nd Jan was 45 years and still going. RA filled my cup until it was runneth over and it was bloody cold. No jokes , no raffle so onto the food. A very healthy Zucchini soup and a dish which looked and tasted like my mothers Irish Stew all right for a winters run. Toad was wearing fetching rugby shorts [what’s rugby] and a track suit top with Villains written across the top well it pays to advertise. Perth hashers 2500th is coming up and will fill quickly details out soon.
Feeling quite religious and sober. I headed home Hotlips thanks for the venue and Gotabit for the food and run see you next week.
Run 1675. Hare Lie Low.
It was a brave call doing a park run with an unpredictable weather forecast and despite a
chill wind gusting about, the skies were clear and a good crowd of 15 very enthusiastic Hashers turned up. Our Hare,
Lie Low, promised a good trail splitting to cater for runners and walkers alike. (Toilets were included.) It proved to
be a good varied trail through paths in an area that we don’t tread that often. There were paths around the estuary ,
almost as far as the Serpentine entrance and through Riverview’s back streets and over parks and bush sand tracks
which then headed North. There was just a short light sprinkle of rain to hurry us along.
However, much to all’s amusement, things did not go smoothly as events unfolded.
On a tissue track, we crossed another tissue trail (later to found to be part of the runners trail). Half the walkers
checked right while the other half checked left. Well 1 hr 40 minutes later we were all finally back at the park after
Hotlips found and drove 4 of us the couple ‘ks’ back in the right direction to the park. We were totally fuckin’ lost.
Even tried doing some runners markings in reverse. (Reverse toilet paper could be tricky PP).
Turns out the Eskies got locked in my car unintentionally which made me a very popular Hash Splash. A few had to go
home (severely dehydrated from a long walk even for those not lost, I heard , lol) and the remaining 13 made the
quick trip back to Lie Low’s for a wee party.
After finger food of sticky chicken thighs and legs, a somewhat modified circle was called and all told to refresh their
drinks with a free beverage from the trailer as a reward for turning up, (and also so the Hash Splash would not be
punished to severely for earlier lack of refreshments and for getting your group all lost…. Or so I’m told PP).
Circle was then informed to all sing the ‘down down’ song together and proceed to skull their free drink. (We ladies
all sipped it gentile like. PP).
End of circle and into raffle. No one won the first draw, decided it must have been El Crasho’s ticket as he had left.
Redraw , redraw and another winning to ticket to El Crasho !
Hash Nosh was creamy pumpkin soup and bread for entrée and a thick stew for mains. Tape worm misses out again
as there was heaps and a selection of the now mandatory chilli sauces for the runny bottom brigade. Most weren’t in
much of a hurry to go home early and we finished with more drink, a mountain of chocies and a swig from the port
What can I say, a fun night with lotsa laughs. Got home just before 10:00 and couldn’t be happier.