Red Dress Run 29 September 2015
I set off for this mixed-Hash run with a feeling of apprehension, full of thoughts about endless charges, never ending raffles and boring grandstanding.
On arrival we found about 15 diehard PH3 men, one of whom was resplendent in his red dress. This compares with a total turnout of a couple of hundred, most of whom had entered into the red spirit of things. One apparition was the appearance of ex-PH3 man, John the Baptist. With impressive qualifications in grave-digging, he has been working in Korea and Japan. Unfortunately, graves are so shallow over there that his skills in this area were not required. The run, which was based in Screwdriver’s back yard, was organized to raise funds for the Australian Heart Foundation. After parting with $15 we all received an impressive green stamp.
Headlight, the hare who was decked out in short red dress and pink lingerie, gave us a rundown in general terms of where we were to go. I couldn’t help noting a couple of PH3 men boning-up at this point (oh well, they’re not past it after all!).
The 4.4 km run took us past the jail, down to the Esplanade, over to Cicerellos and wound back to the jail, where we were treated to port and lemonade or champers and orange. Nobody
On arrival we found about 15 diehard PH3 men, one of whom was resplendent in his red dress. This compares with a total turnout of a couple of hundred, most of whom had entered into the red spirit of things. One apparition was the appearance of ex-PH3 man, John the Baptist. With impressivre qualifications in grave-digging, he has been working in Korea and Japan. Unfortunately, graves are so shallow over there that his skills in this area were not required. The run, which was based in Screwdriver’s back yard, was organized to raise funds for the Australian Heart Foundation. After parting with $15 we all received an impressive green stamp.
Headlight, the hair who was decked out in short red dress and pink lingerie, gave us a rundown in general terms of where we were to go. I couldn’t help noting a couple of PH3 men boning-up at this point (oh well, they’re not past it after all!).
The 4.4 km run took us past the jail, down to the Esplanade, over to Cicerellos and wound back to the jail, where we were treated to port and lemonade or champers and orange. Nobody seemed in much of a hurry to get going but eventually we had a slow jog back direct to the bucket.
After fifteen or so minutes we were called to the circle, which has MC’d by Screwdriver, decked out as King Kanute or some such person, complete with a forked stick which I initially mistook for his selfie-stick. The circle was surprisingly short and generally humerous. After that, we were summoned to an excellent and plentiful meal of battered fish, salads, wholemeal bread and more. The conversation was congenial, with a reasonable degree of mixing between hashes. All in all it was a top evening and well worth the effort of going along. Thanks to Screwdriver for his excellent hosting and to Headlights for lightening up our lives.
On On
Antman