About forty hashmen turned up at Carine Open Space in eager anticipation of Dick Tracey’s run. The weather was dry and cool. The run was actually set by Budgie, helping out because of Dickie’s achilles problem.As usual these days, walkers outnumbered the runners two to one. All set off in an easterly direction, before heading north on the other side of the freeway. We followed a big anti-clockwise loop, which included some of the nicer parts of Greenwood and Duncraig. Well set, despite Budgie’s refusal to mark with the traditional Perth Hash arrow.The walkers were back on the hour, having covered 5.2km. The front runners took 75 minutes to do their 8.6km. Q’s watch told him he had run 9.6 km; he must have caught every false trail.The circle started promptly and we celebrated Pembo’s twenty years and birthdays for Colonel and Polecat, who donated a carton. Rhino conveyed the thanks of Second Bite for our recent donation.Xmas informed about the upcoming Cervantes Hash function, and told his best joke ever.Several downdowns were awarded (I got two) and Goliath was given the bell.Our RA, to loud cheers, scored the run at 8.5, following which we tucked in to chicken cooked three ways. Thanks to Dick Tracey and Budgie for another good evening.ON ONBirdman
What happened to Global Warming? A cold wet night was the setting in a well-used Kingsley park! Also what happened to the 6pm start time? The pack had to wait for the chardonnay set to arrive from Cottesloe and Claremont.
PHANTOM again angle parked in front on parking bays!!
You would think that DOLLAR, a former formidable RAR military man would give the pack a latitude and longitude start bearing. The only directions from DOLLAR were “FUCK OFF THAT WAY!”
The pack – runners and walkers – took off and thankfully there was no rain. BUDGIE led the walkers at the start as he was glowing in the dark and was something to follow.
The walkers suffered a few trail stops while PHANTOM got his bearings. These stops allowed the runners to interact with the walkers and dogs.
There were positive comments about the run – one being “at least the rain held off” and another being a couple of dogs nearly got run over.
The heater was on and TRIPLE J took charge of the circle. Some of the down downs were:
- GOLIATH and RHINO for getting totally lost on last week’s run. GOLIATH returned when RUMPOLE and crew were packing up the bucket.
- PEMBO for his belated birthday and a Guinness was enjoyed on his behalf.
- STEWIE for falling asleep on the train.
GUMBY drew his own ticket out of POLLY’S raffle and the CCC is looking into POLLY’S running of the tickets and cards.
The rain started and FT had to move the circle under cover. Luckily we only had a small pack as the shelter just fitted the food table and we were shoulder to shoulder.
When BIRDMAN farted no-one moved out from the shelter due to the rain.
FT told a joke about a nun, but we’re still waiting for the punch line. What’s wrong with kissing a nun anyway?
There was some comment and argument about late write ups for runs. FT gave a down down to:
- XMAS and PHANTOM for the parking awards for the night.
- BUDGIE was awarded a plastic bag to cover his head – it looked good on him.
- BARCODE for being mates with Ben Cousins. I didn’t hear why as SCUMBAG was talking at the time.
FT assessed the run as one that has been held in the location three times before by DOLLAR. FT was aware that DOLLAR’S wife cooked the food which was excellent.
Parking good, location good, lighting good, weather OK at the start. FT gave DOLLAR and himself 9 out of 10.
The rain stopped then started again so the circle dispersed ASAP.
Sir Tom Arse, Xmas & ScummyPenistone Park, Greenwood
Great Location – Only 5 minutes from home. Weather good. Always rains in the Southern Suburbs not in the Northern Suburbs!
Started at 6:00pm from a walkers point of view, plenty of chalk, walkers and runners (only 8 or 9) Stayed together for half the run. The walkers separated from the runners and were home after 40 minutes.
The runners had a good run stayed together for most of the time, although Seagull went lame. They arrived back at the bucket after 50 minutes.
The circle was the circle FT & Dick Tracy’s Birthday’s. FT supplied the Melbourne Bitters & Dickie supplied the Favourites Chocolates, Mumbles ate all the Turkish Delight’s!
The circle was interrupted by the Harriett’s dress in Pink Tutu’s and their big Pricks! Sang their hash song and return to wherever. One did leave a frozen stiffy behind! Thanks ladies our excitement for the night.
$5.00 each for the food. $185.00 was raised for the 50th anniversary.
Thanks Sir Tom! The run was awarded 8/10
Sheppard pie was on the menu – Very nice too!
Good Food, Good Booze, Good Run, Good Company & a Good Night!
Thanks all! See you next week!
HARE: Elbows and Haggis (thanks Elbows for a good run)
Food: By the Price Family, Stewie, Leslie and Barcode
Compliments to Jerrycan and Rhino for the location
Guests: John and the West Coast Hashers
A select group of 45-50 of Perth and West Coast hashers left the run site at 6pm in fine and cold weather. Threatening rain turned into light drizzle. A large group of walkers, admirably led by the Phantom took a shorter trail, but we walked for an hour. The runners and walkers generally kept in touch from time to time.
We headed east to Cloverdale, past the primary school to Belgravia St, where the trail turned back to Belmont. Good use of Signal Hill Bushland Surprising to see the quality of the houses in that area. The fleet of foot young gun runners took about 70 minutes to complete the trail.
Great circle led by the one and only JJJ, after a good rendition of our song we enjoyed a fantastic meal of roast ham and pork, with roast tatties, pumpkin, carrots, peas and gravy. Then followed up with Xmas pudding and custard.
Big thanks to those that put in a great effort with the tucker. Not to forget, Deeply Boring serving his mulled wine. Thanks mate.
Thanks also to the landlord for use of the premises.
On On Sir Tom Arse
It was a clear and cold evening when the pack started to assemble to perve on the softball players.. I mean gather for the start of the run. Gnocchi arrived going through the car park the wrong way as he had set the run the day before only to see it continually washed out so he marked it again and went to the pub for a well earned drink …or three.
At the appointed time we were off down a different street, so that made it unfamiliar territory. There was no leg scratching, clothes ripping fence to try and get through, a more genteel trail through quiet suburban streets, more fitting for The Gentleman’s Hash. Apparently a new fence caused some angst for the runners as they had to run around instead of through, the park. The marking was very good and the walkers and front runners started arriving about the same time, just before 7:00 to be welcomed by a gourmet spread of cheese, biscuits and olives.
Of course it wouldn’t be a legitimate run write up if there no mention that there should have been more false trails, 3 or 4 or maybe 7. There, now this is a conventional write up, some extra Falsies would have been good, apparently. An irregular geometric shape was formed while Triple J told us everything we needed to know. Anniversaries for Polly (44 years), Mumbles (41 years) and Sir Knob (4 years). Sherlock had a birthday carton for last month as he was away. Apparently he advised Rumpole and we expect the snail mail to arrive in the next few weeks as he posted it from The Orkneys, off Scotland.
The Joker draw had a second prize, a Pierre Cardin leather jacket, donated by Sherlock and won by Dick Tracy and it nearly fitted. Be good in summer when you don’t need the zip. The food was on on, chicken burgers in a bun with salad (some). A very good meal on a chilly night.
Lighting was good , although we all thought the trees were dead. Shelter was available in the “unlikely” event of rain and plenty of parking.
A familiar location and a clear night for what has often been the scene of a good run. Sadly that was not the case tonight. The pack took off past the pavilion and heading south. About 100 metres further on the flour stopped and after 5 minutes, having found no further trace, we headed back to the start to be directed over the oval and down Melvista Ave where a false trail was called but again no further sign of the trail was found. The search continued till around 6.15 when a distant, plaintiff, On On was heard and
we headed off, the pack now unfortunately split in two. Fortunately with the assistance of the faint calls ahead from the front group and some advice from “the ghost who walks”, he having a map of the run, we managed to negotiate the rest of the run getting in about 7.10 pm.
It was some time before the circle began during which Birdman, apparently prodded by the pangs of hunger, pointed out the BBQ had not yet been lit and this could delay the provision of the food. The circle saw the 3 Rs in the form of Reluctant , Rumpole and Rhino called up for parking, in the case of the former two and his most recent wheeled acquisition in the case of Rhino, his previous chariot having gone to Fairlane heaven on the back of an RAC truck at Xmas’s run. Other appearances featured Neon, Mumbles and Colonel with Con Man up for 10 years and Fags called out for 48 years but he was in Sydney. Mark1’s resignation from Hash was announced after 41 years with Perth Hash and additional Hashing overseas. After that long in Hash they are usually carried out rather than walk out but not the case this time.
The RA was relatively brief and for a change awarded the bell to a walker. It will be interesting to see the impact this has on the runners.. The run itself only rated a 5 because of the confusion at the start and the problems with the trail. It was definitely not up to the standard Barefoot’s previous runs in this area. There was a further delay while the food was cooked despite Birdies warnings but they eventually got there to serve up a sausage (tasty thank God) wrapped in Lebanese bread, not Turkish as many thought,
with the choice of tomato or PiriPiri sauce. Word was that Pembo was off to New York for a wedding and Horse was expected to return next week
after absence for back surgery.
Swan View, Brown Park was our run start location, one of which we are familiar with. With our torches ready, we headed off into the hills… The whole run felt like one big hill but it was marked well with lots of chalk and a good amount of false trails and checks. Neon and Nanny were both lucky enough to witness what a False Trail looked like! The runners averaged around 8kms in total in 60 minutes.
There was plenty of parking, plenty of Light, the weather was great… Luckily… and there was heating, Scoring Pitt a solid score of 8/10.
In the circle, apparently it was my ( Gnocchi ) birthday ( Lasagna couldn’t confirm that though ) and Fags has been with HHH for 49 years. Christmas enlightened us with another 3 page joke. Barefoot and Pitt are still working out how to turn there computers on to send oin there run write ups!
Yet another great night of hashing!
This run rite up was submitted on 17/6/19. Just goes to show it’s never too late to do a run right up, even for the On-Sec.
The Colonels unusual offering
As we drove down the coast with the Mole and Antman busy discussing model railways and other toys that really should be kept for the playground my mind drifted to the last time the Colonel set a decent run, was it last time…no, was it the time before…no, was it that freezing cold night he served up cold ham sandwiches…no
Fuck lets go home I thought and as I did a u turn I remembered my Thomas the tank engine mates in the back I did a double u turn and headed up Ventnor street.
We arrived at the ONON to find a woman screaming at my fellow Hashmen about parking and dogs, I didn’t get involved but Mr Dick Tracy proved age is no barrier when it comes to getting your leg over, or was it his guts over I tried to block that out of my memory.
What a shock the Colonel was nowhere to be seen, this run had fuck up written all over it as we headed south west across the park followed by about one hundred dogs, I do remember playing soccer on this oval many years ago and our goalie getting covered in shit as he dived to make a save.
As we got away from the oval we discovered we were going a different way than the usual Colonel run, we found ourselves in completely new territory and not knowing where we were was a nightmare for the short cutters.
This was good and not boring at all as we turned into one park after another behind houses we had never seen before and not a sign of one of them pesky walkers.
Well done Colonel you and your co hare set a great run all new territory and the weather was great.
We got back to the bucket and after an excellent circle we had very nice hamburgers and salad and plenty of it.
Good job, great run, nice food, and as I got into the car with Thomas and the fat controller I smile
It was a dark and moonless night. The pack had gathered to the fray. Pre-run chatter was high. Sir Knob seemed to be the centre of attention, although Elbows was noticeably quiet. Top Gun (aka Rhino) didn’t even turn up, probably to embarrassed. A good size pack of our four legged athletes including a visitor brought along by Stumbles, “Perth Hash House Hounds Hash”. It’s got a rice ring to it? Freo can have two names why can’t we! Anyway, back to the run, The boys took off with the usual excitement only to find all the arrows in “Pink”. Rumour has it, it was the Harriets run for the following night! They must have been on trail as they met up with we walkers at about the half way mark. We didn’t need arrows, we had Phantom! Back at the Circle, the G.M. gave the boys 6 1/2 for the run. I would put another 2 points for the tucker including bickies. On general discussions we learnt Bushy didn’t bring any piss for his Birthday ‘cause his mates car broke down – work that one out! A good crowd, good food and a top night. P.S. I’d give another point for not having to wash any dishes. My run next week. ON ON Xmas
Run 2572, Deeply Boring and Barefoot @ Mt Claremont Community Centre.
A good crowd gathered at the car park ready for the off, but there was a slight delay while Barefoot explained to dog owners that there was some bait laid near the golf course, so beware, then went onto tell us about the game of Noughts and Crosses, which they had incorporated into the run, after that we were off. Onto Montgomery Ave and not long before the runners hit the first of many dreaded Xs (false trails) to the old school. Winding around the many streets of Mt Claremont to see how some of the better half lives. A couple of steep climbs (they were for me anyway) and onward to a welcome drink stop with warm Mull Wine. Onward after the drink break through the streets coming across a few more Xs and the odd Os. The main group of walkers arrived back at the bucket after about 1hr 10 mins, with a few arriving a good 10 mins or more before them (l don’t know how or whom). First back for the runners was Haggis from a different direction that the main pack which came in about 1 hr 15 mins, a bell was heard in the distance at about 7.45pm, it was Elvis who had not only left the building but got lost on the way.
There were no returnees, and quite a few down downs were had by various villains (which being my first review l can’t remember who and what they were for). Deeply Boring was in and out of the carpark like a bat out of hell fetching dinner, to which at one point he nearly became an enemy of Tank after becoming a Bees Dick away of hitting the rear of his car.
In the end a good feed of Curried Fish with Rice and Pappadums, this was enjoyed by all with some going back for seconds. The remainder of the Mull Wine was confiscated by Goliath for safe keeping, which was quickly decanted into jugs when he got home.