On this sunny Wednesday afternoon, Dog Handler and myself headed towards the run location at Kamikaze's place, and after putting our backpacks inside the house, we obeyed the RA's instructions to form a circle. He suggested we commence the run by taking a picture, but that didn't look like a good idea to Foggy Glasses, who definitely didn't see the photo opportunity for a very good reason: he had had so much to drink the previous week that he had no clue to where he had forgotten or lost the Hash Camera...It resulted in a DD for him afterwards. Hash Bow was given to Wallbanger for best dressed, for his orange shorts & coloured T-shirt, and off we went...
The run was situated around the power plant at the foot of Ulriken mountain, at least that's what I assume, with my very little knowledge of Bergen's geography. I was feeling sorry for myself and paid little attention to what was going on during the run: life is unfair, here I am on the 1st run after the wedding, officially Mrs Dog Handler, and I had been appointed scribe by my dear husband..a true hasher indeed....The run was mostly uphill, so the thirsty gang was shouting for a beer stop after every check back, and there were lots of them! At one holding check a woman with her Dog seemed to be in trouble, so the hashers volunteered to help her out, pushing Dog Handler to do the dirty trick...But every ordeal has an end, so by the time we got back cold beer was there for us to drink and Mrs. Kamikaze had fixed us nice tortillas and exotic nosh, taken from the official hash cookbook. The hashers showed little manners and hardly any culinary education, so they sucked and licked the food, instead of using Knives & forks... It was a nice run after all....
| Down-downs | Reason for down-downs |
| ?????? | The Scibe didn't notice anybody being given Down-downs!!! |
And as this was a short report, The Scribe included the following other-type wisdom:
One day in the Garden of Eden, Eve calls out to God, "Lord, I have a problem!"
"What's the problem, Eve?"
"Lord, I know you've created me and have provided this beautiful garden and all of these wonderful animals, and that hilariously comical snake, but I'm just not happy."
"Why is that, Eve?" came the reply from above.
"Lord, I am lonely. And I'm sick to death of apples."
"Well, Eve, in that case, I have a solution. I shall create a man for you."
"What's a 'man,' Lord?"
"This man will be a flawed creature, with aggressive tendencies, an enormous ego and an inability to empathise or listen to you properly. All in all, he'll give you a hard time. But, he'll be bigger and faster and more muscular than you. He'll be really good at fighting and kicking a ball about and hunting fleet-footed ruminants and not altogether bad in the sack."
"Sounds great," says Eve, with an ironically raised eyebrow.
"Yeah, well. He's better than a poke in the eye with a burnt stick. But, you can only have him on one condition."
"What's that, Lord?"
"You'll have to let him believe that I made him first." |
