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Run No. 1097 Sunday, 18-January-2009 Making mountains out of molehills . . . | |
| Hares: | Mick Mac |
| Venue: | Domein Hofstade |
| Author: | Crisp Foreskin |
| Scribe: | It
was a dark and stormy morning. Rain lashing against the house; wind
howling outside. I curse the RA as I ate my breakfast – another wet and
cold r*n awaits. Although resigned to this bleak future, a glimmer of
blue sky appeared to the West as your Scribe for the week drove to the
Venue. Thankfully, my car has a GPS that indicated the venue was near
Zemst, providing the ever so important bit of information needed to find
the venue (and lacking form the Hare's instructions). Arriving to the
designated car park 15 minutes before the start, not a sole was to be
found (nevertheless, it was sunny and dry…). Slowly, more and more
Hashers arrived, all asking the same question "Where's the Hare?" 15:00
came and went and our efforts to locate the start of the trail proved
fruitless. Nevertheless, we spotted the Hare in the distance, heading
our way. Hash Hole immediately organized the group to head out as if we
set our own trail. The Hare finally caught the pack, and provided the Chalk Talk. Off we set, round the lake. A Chicken/Bulls split sent Cuming Slowly off in one direction and the rest away from the Domein and into the nearby housing area. During the course of the huge loop, we encountered a flock of sheep, a huge pile of dung and a braying donkey. Hash Hole and Sex in Wellies were in heaven. Once joining up with the Chicken's trail, we enjoyed a beer stop on the back side of the lake, coming across an abandoned supply of pumpkins/squash. Pink Panther, EZ Over and Sparerib flashed their pearl'ies while each displaying two such round melons… A quick beer stop and then back around the lake to the start – 11.3 km in total. The Circle began with a somber toast to Hasher who lost her battle with cancer (many wore red on the r*n as per one of her final requests). Comments regarding the trail: not enough i) shaggy, ii) duck bowling and iii) forest trails. On the positive side, there was a Hash Hole stop (large pile of manure) and we lost the Hare before setting off on the trail. Once the SuperCray computer crunched the figures, it spat out a well deserved 9.969. Down downs were awarded to: - Its Too Big – for arriving in a slinky outfit with black leather boots; - Crisp Foreskin – for clarification on the signage on the highway at the appropriate exit (Zemst) - EZ Over - for imitating a Smurf in her purple garb; Eurocrap recalled a former Harriet named Smurf; Crisp Foreskin was then awarded a down-down for having the same first name as Smurf - Flaming Cocktrix was quizzed as a Proxy for Spotted Dick on the question "if standing on land, at what point is one closest to the Sun? Wrong answer – atop Mt. Everest; Correct answer – some molehill in Ecuador - EZ Over – for mentioning Hash Hole's efforts to kill half of mismanagement by phoning her and Sparerib while skiing, only for an avalanche to occur immediately thereafter; by acclimation "Making Mountains Out of Molehills" became the them of the day - Eurocrap, Pink Panther, Blue Willy and Its Too Big – for pissing on trail - Hash Hole and Sex in Wellies for the donkey on trail - Mick Mac – for supporting the strongest English football team - Blue Willie and Pink Panther – for the Pussy on trail - Sex in Wellies and Its Too Big – for failure to define a returner; and Crisp Foreskin for being one - Sparerib – for the On After next week featuring spare ribs - Crisp Foreskin – for the arrival of the new 44th president of the U.S. A final announcement was made about a soon to be made announcement on BMPH3's website with the details of the upcoming Belgian Nash Hash (last weekend of April), and then the circle closed with the Hash Hymn. On On |
