Lakeside Hash House Harriers The drinking club with a running problem
LAKESIDE HASH HOUSE HARRIERS COMMITTEE 2012-2013
Grand Master: Pauline “It Wasn’t Me” Middelveld Religious Adviser: John “Klingon” Perkins Hash Cash: Simon “Lubang Oz” Wreford Grog Master: John “Klingon” Perkins Checking Chicken: David “Udder Idjit” Cheeseman Sgt@Arms: Barry “GG” Kerr; Soc Sec: Linda “Cyclone Tracy” Anderson-Berry On Sec: Andrew “Shitoffashovel” Middleton Hash Haberdash: Lorraine “Egg and Bacon Pie” Gierck Hare Raiser: Nick “Nickle B” Leicester Hash Flash: Mark “Ambidexterous Hand Job” Kalic Web Master: Stuart “Flem” Smith
Run 1537, 13 February 2013 Hare: Flem Venue:Flagstaff Gardens, near the Tennis (netball) courts
Run: 1537 Venue: Flagstaff Gardens, CBD Hare: Flem The pack gathered in a busy corner of Flagstaff Gardens with basketball matches, picnics, and soccer-playing all going on around us and throngs at the market over the road, so not much spare parking around. Flem set a cunning trail which wound its way down alleys and back and across. It was awarded something like 21 out of 37; I would have given it extra marks for the inexhaustible piles of barbecued tucker, perhaps with a few off for not seeing too many arrows on the run. Flem explained that he did set plenty of arrows but a certain sporting club was spotted training near Docklands Stadium and they must have snorted them all up. Not long after the off we spied a bunch of keys dropped on the footpath. Every single one of us ran over them silently in single file, each one thinking the same thing – that it would do the owner no good for one of us to pick them up and run off with them; so we left them there. It turned out that they belong to Wet Patch. Miraculously, he even got them back. Mummies Boy obscurely charged Heather for impersonating herself, in a long-winded way that only the two of us half-understood. GG called out the week’s palindromic run charges. Deeper tried to include Heather in with this because she was on ‘8’. Go figure! Un-named Pat was her usual boisterous self (ed., ironic) and I saw Cheesecake and Cyclone running ahead of me in the distance but they shot through early. Kling-on doled out the drinks. As we know, .Price is one of our most deeply committed runners. Each week he runs himself into the ground chasing down all the checks and he always comes home lathered in sweat. In recognition of his services he was made an award this week in the circle of his own specially personalised and labelled can of ‘Prince’ spray deodorant. We even gave him a bit of a spray with it to go on with. As we were packing up I noticed Mothball clambering into a very butch set of leathers. No, in case you are worried; he was not off to the Peel Hotel for a night of debauchery – Tigermoth has shouted him a big, new, shiny, powerful birthday present, which he was off to ride home. A lot of other terribly important stuff happened, and I did take notes, but I lost them all, so that’s it folks On on, Mummies’ Boy
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