Run 2577 – Barefoot in Nedlands

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.

On On


Run 2578 – Pitt

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!



Run 2567 – Colonel

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