Trippple J and the Frying Scotsmen
McDonald Park, Whitfords.
Despite the best efforts of the Hare to reduce numbers (and
his costs) by invoking the Gods to rain on his parade, 40 intrepid Hashmen
arrived between showers at the park, we have been to many times before. Each
time I have been there, the run takes a new twist. Always heading in different
directions. Just goes to show what you can do from a great location in a hilly,
park-strewn, laneway abounding suburb.
Taking off to the sound of the bell ringing (for the first time in months) into a familiar pattern down the path and into the underpass below Marmion Ave, WHAT a false trail on the other side of the tunnel. That’s different. From here on the run only improved. Despite all the harsh words said about the hare, and his poor record from this location, it really did get better and better. Unfortunately, its in-eligible for the run of the year, but a worthy recipient if it was eligible, the rain dampened the experience only marginally as we were mostly only damp by the time we returned to the bucket. Even the dogs had dried out sufficiently to be NON “wet dog smelly” when they were relocated to the vehicles. The use of false trails and the occasional check kept the pack mostly together, even when we did get strung out, we magically came back together at a good long false trail. Despite the rain, the markings were still mostly visible enough for Emu to be able to see them without his glasses on. A good pointer to the quality of the run. The lane-ways at the end of the run, despite us using them each time we come here, always seem different and interesting to negotiate a path through.
The circle was nothing remarkable and all the right people
were given down downs, the food was served in a timely manner and all had a
good feed. Nothing really exciting food wise, but enough to keep the ribs apart
for a while longer. Despite the claim by the On Sec that it would be awarded
10/10, it was the RA who made the politically correct call of not scoring it.
Very wise FT! Congratulations to Mastitis for being awarded the highly sought
after musical device.
Thanks for your efforts Tripple, a good run for all.
Morning team in the absence of next weeks hare Colonel & being his co-hare I was informed by our spiritual leader Phantom to do the write up, it went something like this “Budgie you have to do the write up, don’t forget the signs etc etc “as he was getting excited I quietly placed my hand on his shoulder & whispered gently into his ear “”it’s okay Rob I’ll take care of it” then my old birthday mate went to water. The start of the run started with Dickie (tugger no 3) picking me up as Rumpole had reminded me that his yearly performance evaluation was due, we were concerned he was drinking to much piss whilst performing his duties. After a period of time we observed him & asked for a explanation, his reply “With all the Piss left over to count I figured I best drink as much as I can” what a wonderful team man. The other concern the Dept. of Consumer Affairs had contacted Barcode re a Boot Legging operation in Honey taking place in Perth Hash. Well the run was off at the usual time & organised by the Phantom & his right hand man Sir Knob, the location was brilliant hidden in the back blocks of the old Shenton Park Hospital site, for those south of the river there is a really nice subdivision taking place, the current government realised how valuable the land is & are trying to make up for the huge loss’s from Roe 8 & the recent Albany Wave Park, this was perfect opportunity to raise funds.We spent the first 20/30 minutes thru the Shenton Bushland area which had great trails meandering throughout, plenty of FT’s along the way which kept the pack together. We then crossed the railway line & headed into Shenton Park proper at Aberdare Street, Conman & myself discussed where was the border to shires Shenton Park & Nedlands, in his old smooth way Conman started to express his view, however I had to cut him short as after asking him how long will this take & what is the hourly rate !!! There were great lanes more Ft’s to keep the packs together, really good area/terrain as we worked our way to the Nicholson Road subway, under that, across Selby street picking up the On Home.It was a excellent run by the two hares, the food was good but not quiet as good as the previous week, I believe some members have requested going to the Knob’s place for dinner (providing the bride/cook is available)
What was interesting about the run was that the runners completed it in 47 minutes (source Bushie) & I know the walkers did it in 50 minutes, how good is that, perhaps with some of the young guns missing, Barcode, Seagull, Boner etc may have contributed but you should thank Q for keeping the runners age down to at least the early 60’s.
GM Triple J handed the boys an 8, perhaps a 9 would be more appropriate, the pressure is now on the Colonel to perform.
My Quote of the week.While I was having coffee in Scarborough during the week the guy at the next table Arthur was a RAAF vet of 30 odd years & appeared to be a character, when asked from another table to quieten down his reply was “I don’t give a shit, I am over 75 & I will tell it how it is” I asked him if he was a Hash Man.
A virgin run site with magnificent views on
a balmy night ,sounds like the makings of a top night .Enter the dumb pack
which set off north to an FT in a patch of bush .FT means check back about 100
metres and find new trail but NO NO the pack decided to spread far and wide
until late arrival MASTITIS found it in the obvious spot . It was then across
the golf course dodging the Twilight
golfers and down to the beach
No broads –tough luck but a bevy of beauty awaited on
Cottesloe beach where the wily walkers rejoined the pack .
Bushy and Co also rejoined after a phone call to Phantom asking “Where the fuckRwe” and being redirected .
the civic centre and up into the redeveloped old Quarry are where the Chardonnay
set have built on tiny blocks ,down to cross the Railway line into the lanes
around Napoleon St (more yummy mummies )
This is where Bushy in his usual
non-combatant manner suggested to a driver entering the car park WITHOUT
SIGNALLING that he was a Penis head or something similar.
Bushy then took off to the refuge of the
railway crossing ,only to be stopped by
a train roaring thru .Fortunately said
driver seeing all BUSHY’s big mates then
decided discretion was better than valour and backed off.
Home was only a few lanes away and the
thirsty pack arrived back over about a10 minute period .
Good to see the walkers did a fair bit of
the run although a couple of runners (Action
hang your head ) failed to cross the
rail line .
At the bucket DICK TRACY pushed his
contraband honey and JACK RUSSELL pulled the broken toe trick to avoid setting
a run .
Then the food which was a GORDON BLUE nomination of chicken
and veg cooked in a Turkish oven .You have seen Eagles unable to fly after
eating road kill –well our boys looked just like that and still left some ,even
after takeaways .
Great Night Well done KNOB
Wouldn’t be dead for QUIDS