TartanTart's Scribe

The One Where Small Ball Cock Pretended to Set a Run*

We all arrived just around the corner from SBC’s house who sent us off up a rather steep hill promising further instructions. As we puffed up the incline an obnoxious noise came from behind and what to our wondering eyes should appear but SBC in his limo cruising on by us. We arrived at the rendezvous and SBC fulfilled his promise of further info by advising us to watch out for mean monkeys, go down to the mucky shore and faff about for half an hour or so then come back the way we came or come back by finding our own way around the shore. SBC saw us all off and then disappeared. Good Hashers all, we followed instructions and eventually returned to base to find a relaxed SBC hanging out on the pier watching us struggle over slimy rocks.

Off we went to Cactus (the restaurant just around the  corner from SBC ‘s house) for some great grub.

Good one SBC. A great example of how setting a Hash Bash can be no trouble at all.

*Nothing in the foregoing script should be taken to diminish the contribution of Small Ball Cock.

RUN 661

The One Where Spunky Got His Birthday Wish

It was a wet and blowy night when the assembled Hashers arrived at a little known destination in the back and beyond. Fear struck the depths of their souls when they saw the makeshift stage and dodgy sound system. The whispered threat went from one small circle to another - not karaoke!!

Rain delayed the run. Spunky strutted proudly amongst the gathered Hashers proclaiming his pride at having lived another year. Muttering and anxiety grew until the crowd could not be contained and they burst out into gloom of the drizzling rain to run the run, to walk the walk!

Spunky led the runners astray while Sodomiser advised the walkers of the way. The rain held off the walkers walked, the runners ran and all returned safely eyeing the looming stage. After a few down downs, a virgin induction and one of many birthday songs for Spunky the Hashers messed with a wonderful repast by AJ.

The karaoke fear was put to rest as volunteer after volunteer took to the mike to serenade the gathering. Spunky showed off his new shirt and his country and western fetish in surprising musical moment.

Even more surprising was the appearance of a wo-man of soon to be ill repute who insisted on taking the stage as a tribute for Spunky’s birthday. Mamadonna, enticingly dressed and on his/her worst behaviour, entertained us all with songs and long tales and tales of long body parts.

Oh yes, and it was a Merdeka celebration as well, Happy Birthday Spunky and Happy Independence Day Malaysia.