November 21st 2009/52
Venue: Able Semen’s usual, this time going round clockwise.
Firstly, an apology to all the Hashers regarding the lack of detail on attendees and ‘who did what’. This is due to us not taking any notice, and only appreciating we had to act as scribes after the event. However, from the recesses of brains badly needing de-fragmenting, this is what we retrieved.
The Hash
The weather was kind, almost cool. We had an earlier start to take account of the night’s drawing in and no one wanting to have to retrieve lost souls in the dark.
The starter pistol went, some hared off and the rest of us took a more measured approach, needing to save our strength for other things, like breathing.
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The walk run was set in pleasantly forested teak and fruit plantations, amidst ponds and very dark bamboo groves – though no ghosts were seen, thanks to the presence of one of the new runners. No really challenging hazards were met, apart from a steepish descent and a sneaky sharp left turn through a barbed wire fence. One hazard was man-made, with a number of us spending some time blindly following a distant yellow shirted figure tramping across a paddy field (turned out to be the short cutting bastard Titanic), all the time muttering ‘ I can’t see any paper’ – perhaps this should have alerted us to consider we were not on the trail. However, no ill was done, and any shortening in distance was off set by the rougher terrain. Yes, it was.
Arriving back, the usual smugly grinning crew were already re-assembled, looking remarkably as though they had appropriated wheeled transport round the first, hidden, bend to complete the course with. We were later informed that Nam Ron had run in first at 15.15 p.m., since this was fifteen minutes before the start time, he must be really fast.
The rest of us marched, strolled, ambled in, most making some attempt to pretend effort had been made. Only one Hasher really letting the ethos of the event down by openly admitting taking the opportunity to investigate the pruning methods for Sandoricum koetjape planted along the way. Shame.
Post event.
Many thanks to Pat on the Back and assistants of the day for a delicious post-Hash repast, in particular, a wickedly hot som tom.
The Circle
This was a fairly lengthy affair due to pressure of business.
- The Chairman asked for comments on Hash – all were complimentary, though we all felt Pat’s excuses for non-attendance at his own Hash were pretty poor.
- George ( Well oiled) was called into the Circle to describe/entice us with a description of the December Hash. We are promised a ride on a local taxi bus, delicious food, a non-arduous run/walk, and (we swear) we heard mention of Santa Claus. Don’t miss it. 3rd Saturday in December. Details to follow.
- Three Hashers were given their Hash names:
- Iceberg – having declared she was ‘into gardening and flowers’ she was promptly given the name of a lettuce. (And since her better half is called the Titanic, she was given the major role in the disaster.)
- Ball-Tickler – this having something to do with his goatee and what a goatee is called in the boy bars of San Francisco.
- GhostBuster – see previous comment about dark bamboo groves.
- We nearly had one Virgin, but he was sent out of the circle in disgrace when the Chairman discovered that he’d only traversed a dizzying 250 metres and then turned back. This was due to: a, arriving after everyone else had set off, and b, not having a clue what he was supposed to do. This latter shows great promise, just the calibre of person who will fit in well with the C.R. Hashers. Please come again.
- Hares were confirmed for Hashes up till March.
- Being the Anniversary Hash, the present Committee members were desperately looking to off load their roles on new victims. Nominations were received for the posts of Chairman, Hash Cash, Hash Beer and Scribe(s). Not one of the nominees seemed to have grasped any element of what was involved in the roles, so this bodes extremely well for the next year. Many thanks to the out-going committed for their efforts and hard work. (And collective sighs were heard when the group realized Able Semen wasn't going to re-nominate himself.)
After this, the Circle degenerated further but, we think, there was some further discussion on the following matters:
T-shirts – they will no longer be given away (free) after the qualifying period of Hash attendances – but the ones you will now be able to buy will be of ‘superior quality’.
Jeff suggested the purchase of a G.P.S device for use by each month’s Hare from any Beer cash surplus. The decision about this was drowned out, but the words ‘Sven’, ‘new truck, and ‘no surplus’ seemed to figure.
There was also an invitation to form a contingency to go to Chiang Mai for their Hash this weekend. Contact Jeff (very, very quickly) for more details.
The only details of your new committee that we can remember:
Chairman – Stoned
Hash Cash – Doesn’t Matterhorn
Hash Beer -
Scribes – Ooh Matron and Odd Job
We hope to see you all at the December Hash. We will pay more attention.
On, On.
Ooh Matron and Odd Job
front runner is welcomed in by the waiting crowd (I think)
The last one in.
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