Conman visits God’s own country: Belmont

Together with hashers from Bullsbrook we assembled in the Francisco Road warehouse of Food Rescue for a brief presentation on their charity operations. This amazing operation collects surplus fresh food including from CBD cafes and delivers it same day to women’s refuges and homeless people. They distributed 57,130 kg of fresh food in July alone. Well done to those hashers who volunteer for this organisation.

Someone anonymous – he deserves a down down if he can be identified – suggested that Food Rescue might be contracted to cater for a future run.

Then the horn sounded and we were off into the wilds of Belmont’s central industrial area past the “informal” alfresco “dining” areas set up under trees but all deserted in the evening. We wandered through older residential areas of Belmont and then passed the Signal Hill bushland – saved from development by an early environmental campaign 20 years ago.

At last we reached one of the splendours of Belmont, Faulkner Park and made our way alongside lakes and gardens and a recreation centre claimed by one of our members as a political “achievement”. The claim was greeted politely but without any evident excitement by those walkers who couldn’t avoid hearing it.

Back at Food Rescue the circle was interrupted by persistent parking but despite numerous allegations your writer was unable to determine the delinquent owner. A representative from Bullsbrook mounted the crate but after a prolonged silence uttered one sentence and retired. Looking around at the crowd I could understand his trepidation.

Naturally Triple was more voluble but also more alarming as he produced a sword of enormous size. As those of English ancestry recoiled he pointed out the stains of English blood along its length. It became apparent that the purpose of the sword was to assist in the naming of our new member who rode in on a Harley Davidson and out with the name Vespa.

After some forgettable (because clearly forgotten) jokes and down downs we hoed Into Conman’s chili con carne which, especially when fortified with the supplied Tabasco, came with the required amount of heat to satisfy any hash gathering.

Thanks Conman and co-hare Birdman for a great evening

On on

Sir Knob