DHAKA MIXED HASH – RUN NO 1391

29th February 2008

 

Leap Year Run – Warm & Fluffy’s to Webfart’s

 

 

 

Hares:  Warm & Fluffy, Webfart, Fart Echo

Hashers:

 

Virgins:  none

New Runner:  Tinker Belch

 

Leavers:

Returnees:  Doug, Crusty Lobster, Syphie & Fart Echo

 

Happy in his work

The Run

This was a special occasion that, if you missed it, you’ll have to wait another four years ‘til the next one comes around.  We were treated to multi-coloured refreshments (possibly Singapore Slings, but cocktails aren’t a strong point of mine unless they involve only beer) on Warm & Fluffy’s roof before the run started (of which some of us partook more than others).

The run headed off across the playing field next to W&F’s then down the lakeside through a few checks and some disgusting smells before cutting further west into the streets and across Kamal Ataturk.  Banani lake was eventually crossed at a new building site (anywhere else in the world the sight of 40 odd hashers trotting around totally unprotected would have had the contractor’s health and safety man hopping up and down).  The miserable Hares even ran us past the Bagha without making it a beer check.

Then it was back up the west side of Gulshan lake and through the streets and parks of North Gulshan to Webfart’s place.  Dunny Gone led a number of us astray from the final check at the Aussie Club (also not a beer check) but we found the paper eventually leading through the park and to the On-In arriving well after the walkers but before the rest of the pack.

 

The Pack

 

Paedo Pan stretches out

 

All three Hares

The Circle

Continuing the practice set at the Nash Hash, the circle was a Bum Deal, Webfart and Five-Year-Old-Shit showcase.  Webfart was GM and the others alternating RAs.

The Hares were loudly praised by the GM and duly received their down-downs before New Runner Tinkerbelch was welcomed in the traditional style.  Not sure where she was from – UK I think – but she has hashed before in Luanda.

Returnees were Doug, who has been away somewhere, Crusty Lobster who’s been to India, Syphie who has also been to India and the only sensible one among them, Fart Echo who went to the best place in the world.

Webfart then handed over to Five-Year-Old-Shit for the first RA stint.  He immediately picked out Homeless for hitching a ride somewhere – Homeless couldn’t have cared less – a free beer is a free beer.  Melinda was then called in for having a good feel, unfortunately of herself, and was given a rousing chorus of “Sister Melinda “ for her down down.

Bum Deal then stepped into the breach and picked up Reg for having his hand in her pot which she claimed was unhygienic (read that as you will!) and then Back Door Man for losing his blue bag at the start of the run, having forgotten that he’d brought the bloody thing with him.  Crusty Lobster had stolen it.  Then it was my turn – twice – first for not liking the smell of the trash and then for not writing the trash.

Confusion then reigned in the simple process of appointing a spot drinker for Nazma – Jumpy Bumpy, thirsty as usual, thought she’d been called in but then Bum Deal also called in Pussy Cat so BJ just stood her ground in the hope of another free beer.  This completely overshadowed the reason for the down downs which was that Tinkerbelch and Nazma had been wearing clean white pants.  I should hope so too – this is the Hash, after all.

I don’t know what Homeless has been doing but he seems to be getting a lot of free beer these days.  He was called in as a spot drinker for the temporarily teetotal Horse’s Arse, whose cardinal sin was to limbo under a road barrier.  Cleary the RAs were struggling for some serious sinners as Can’t Pull and Minty were hauled in for being known by the local dogs.

Reg’s secret was at last revealed – the reason for his limp is that he fell down a manhole. I’ve no idea where Five-Year-Old-Shit dredged up this snippet of information, but there you are – the world will know now.

The final three down-downs were awarded to Blow Job, in start contrast to Nazma and Tinkerbelch, for looking like a scruffy ratbag, to Hare Webfart for not actually knowing where the checks and paper had been laid and to latecoming freeloaders Rail Jerker and Chicken Fucker (who was, however, thanked for his sponsorship of the Nash Hash patches.

On On

Towed

 

New Runner Tinkerbelch

 

Returnees

 

Clean Panties

 

Manhole Man

Tactile Tart

Who keeps giving this bugger free beer?