DHAKA MIXED HASH – RUN NO 1364 DHAKA HASH HOUSE HARRIERS – RUN NO 1639			19^th October 2007
WORLD PEACE THROUGH BEER RUN COMBINED HASH WITH DHAKA HHH
The Beer Check (Taken 3 months ago – same Hare, mostly the same pack – just no beer!)
The only record of the Run
Hares: Bum Deal, Horse’s Arse, Webfart				Hashers: 27
Virgins: none		Leavers: none		New Runner: none
Returnees: Dunny Gone, Cloth Balls, Tuneless Cow, Can’t Pull, Webfart, Towed
	The Run Come back Warm & Fluffy, all is forgiven. There may or may not be photos of the run and circle, but in my excitement at being back on the hash I completely forgot to take any. Anyway, this was the World Peace Through Beer Run so we’re probably not supposed to be able to remember too much. It is also one of those few occasions in the year when the Mixed Hash combines with Dhaka HHH, and The Brigadier forces himself to run with “bumpies”. From Thompson’s End, we set off on-convoy to take us out further west and beyond the pipelines, only to set off on the run on a once round the car park loop and back down the road, but soon peeled off and headed to the south. Having done two hashes in two days, it is at times difficult to remember which was which and what happened to whom. What was memorable was the way in which the local kids had re-laid the paper. Bum Deal was overheard to say that it would be good if Horse’s Arse could re-lay her half as well. I think the run was a big left hand loop that took in quite a bit of run 1350, but in reverse. At least the weather was a bit more clement this time. I do suspect that some of the alleged re-laying was actually a deliberate attempt to mislead the FRBs and pull the pack back together, in which case it worked a treat as the running group rarely got the opportunity for a decent breather at the checks. There isn’t a great deal more to say. A good run, despite the re-laying, with very little on tarmac and nice open country.
We ran along here …… but without Homeless ….
….and we ran along here …. but in the other direction
	The Circle With the runners having stayed in such a tight group, Deputy Grand Mattress Webfart was able to get things moving pretty quickly. Unfortunately the start of the circle coincided with the Maghrib call to prayer so he was obliged to reel off a load of announcements until such time as it was politic to start the down-downs. Since Webfart was one of the Hares, the discussion of the run was more of a conversation with himself than the usual reasoned discourse. Somehow, “bollox” seemed to be the level of appreciation achieved. Other than the Hares, there was only a bunch of Returnees to celebrate – Cloth Balls and Tuneless Cow, who’d been doing it in Delhi, Can’t Pull who had, I think, been to Oz, Webfart back from Singapore and Dunny Gone who’d been up to Kathmandu to sample the delights of the Himalayan Hash. Condom had actually been with him but was still recovering from the three and a half hour mini-trek around the valley and was too tired to raise his glass in a down-down. The RA was then introduced and he hauled in Dunny Gone for paedophilia (see, I can spell it) for eyeing up a 14-year old lass somewhere on the trail. Seems like a perfectly healthy pastime to me. Of a slightly more disturbing nature was the second nominee for the same crime, Infused. He, however, had been caught trying to get young Omar under the influence at the beer stop, right in front of his Dad. Two Bottles was next on Bozo’s hit list – something to do with Bozo not feeling too chipper after a DHHH run thanks to Two Bottles’ generosity and Cloth Balls for keeping pouring it. This was to be a special down-down with some bizarre Chinese tipple called Moutai. Sadly there was only one empty glass so Yoni had to be chastised first, for his disgusting yellow shirt in order to provide a second empty mug. His frigging holiness then, in a prime example of neighbour-rage, called me in for not waking the drunken bastard up the previous evening to take him down to the Bagha for a couple of beers. He was lying comatose on his settee at eight p.m. when I stuck my nose around his door. The closing event was one of the usual rambling Bozo affairs starting with the castigation of Map O’Tazzy for his sexy white lycra undies and ending with an orgy of groping with Itjieh, Tuneless Cow and Goose Bumpy fondling Map O’Tazzy, Brigadier (brought in to show Map O’Tazzy how a hasher should dress) and Bjorn Again, probably there as no orgy is complete without a Swede. Interestingly, Sucker decided to have a feel as well – perhaps he should get together with Infused. There being no further business, Webfart called the proceedings to a close and we meandered over to take in a local mandap to see the celebration of Kumari Puja. Just as well Dunny Gone isn’t aware of what the Kumari is, otherwise we could have been in trouble! Celebrations continued at Topkapi late into the evening or, more correctly, early the following morning. Thanks to the Hares for a good run and to the party organisers for an excellent evening. On On Towed
The Hash is definitely the youngest thing in the picture