Hash Scribe No. 684 - Koh Samui Hash House Harriers

jan 2 2016
HARE‘s
GM
RA
Venue
Hash Run
Hashers
Hash Shit
Money, Money, Money, Money
One week to go.
Squeezing time.
Bogtrotter/Leopard Piss/The Big Yin
Bogtrotter
Underdevelopment
Eco Village
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B LAIR
It’s time to reflect of this year’s great servants. We all know these photos
are 10 years old but aren’t they all beautiful people. Bob a job.
Ok onto something totally different (are you sure?), due to howls of
“too cheap” we’re apparently upping entry fees to the AGPU. Any agro
towards the Hash Cash over the next two weeks must be vented in
other directions as he was one of the idiots that made entry too
cheap, together with the equally demented GM, El Cheapotrotter.
They send their apologies to one and all.
The one good thing that came out of all of this is the fact that
the GM is not a dictator and actually listens to his fellow bored
members. OK he might have ignored them sometimes. Let’s
hope next year’s dictator (sorry, GM) does the same whoever
he is.
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The general topic of conversation amongst the 54 hardly Hashers on Saturday was the
absentees. The Samui Witch, Go Round Again, the Earth and Knee Tremblers,
Forbeskin and Winkle, Bags and Honey Trap plus their ringleader Lima Papa and Bin
Runnin had all escaped the restraints of our conservative community for a weekend of
debauchery in the Big Mango. Armed with first class tickets on Dick Turpin Airways
and reservations in the finest flop house in the capital, they trolled the length and
breadth of Suriwong and Patpong throwing caution to the wind and spreading largesse
as they went. The excuse for this junket was " recce for outstation " so all expenses
are deductible, rumour has it L.P. and his piggy bank are researching St. Moritz.
Enough of this idle gossip, the stand in Hare must have been as busy as a one armed
paper hanger last week but nonetheless gave us an immaculately put together trail of
some 7.5km with all the features that make for an interesting Hash. But to all our
surprise the invalided Vegemite dragged himself out of his sickbed to lend support,
great Hash spirit. It would have been a little ironic if he had been awarded the Lavvy
seat in absentia, no worries on that score as this was never going to be the one to
remove the necklace of shame from B Liars shoulders.
Once our Grand Mufti had described the route we took off in separate directions and
easily kept to the trail of well laid paper, the area round the Eco Farm is well known to
our mob and short cutting is always a possibility but this time out everyone kept
faithfully to the paper. That is with the exception of Red Muddler and Grumpy Jock
who being engaged in deep and meaningful discussion about earth changing subjects
like the price of ale and the size of the downies, wandered off course and
inadvertently lopped off a small chunk of the route. With a couple of knee deep
crossings on the way and not much in the way of hills the bulk of the pack arrived back
to camp after 75 minutes. Forest Dump was delayed by a group of Wankers dithering
at the side of a stream waiting for the ferry.
Finally circle having been called and Vs & Vs welcomed Bugsplatterer got the thumbs
up from the rabble and proceedings continued to the Spies. For the Rambos none
other than Capn' Bligh saw fit to compliment Bob ze Builder as being the epitome of
sartorial elegance in a pair of day glow long shorts or short longs. Pissbowl got his
goolies cooled for noise pollution and then we had a double act as B.Z.B. was joined by
Two Stroke to dish out judgement on offending Amblers. Hansel and Gretel gave a
good account of themselves as returnees but were found guilty of producing Tubby
Twinky who along with Pissbowl got nobbled as Hash Crashers. After testimony from
Masterbater, T.T now has the helmet ( German?). More details of the A.G.P.U. were
delivered. Blue Lugs whinged that only 3 showed at El Zorro Rojo last week and
consequently grub on offer consisted of that old Carlisle favourite, cold shoulder and
tongue,gourmet, washed down with ice cold foaming neck oil. Come to think of, it many
of his rabble had followed Leopard Piss north.
Next week's Hare, Earth Trembler sent details of his venue from the confines of the
Nana snibbery and says that as soon as he passes the brown envelope to General
Major Mok he will be back in time to get the paper laid.
NOW HOW DID TWO STROKE GET IN
FRONT OF CRIVE