It seemed warm enough, at two pm, the warmest hour of the day, as hashers slid out of their automobiles, variously sleek or crumbly - but warm, to gather in Central Saanich's Centennial Park - and the turnout was fair as well. After suitable pause for gathering discussion, Jonners called the Hash to circle-up. After simple intros (no virgins and the only visitor) Double Hump, RA most recent, took over to let the four hares, Jonners, Lakey, Snevil, and Sumpyton describe the markings of blue flower.With a excellent pause for a toast of good Scots Whiskey to The Bard himself, off they went! . . . But why were there so any left standing? Only nine actual runners other than the hares themselves - there were 13 in the walking group as many as all the runners including the hares.
Squeaky hared the walkers and through Centenial Park we rambled. Till some SWB (Slow Walking Bas'rd) responding to Squeaky's request for advisement regarding the length of walk appropriate before short-cutting to the BC - answering the question " do you want to go straight to the beer now?" A great chorus of hashers answering "yes" were within minutes at the BC - sopping up amber liquids and standing in the chilli air getting cool.
Mean while hashing runners trampled much of Centennial Park, road and grounds there abouts - enjoying the guiding advisements of "Just Greg" who willingly, swiftly, and I'm told with unfailing enthusiasm ran ahead checking out each possible trail beyond each check. Greg made himself "available" indeed always "on CALL" was that boy! Offering a sprint over a raise or a splash thorough an ass-slipper of a shiggy filled trail.
Mean while Stoolie was reported to have gotten tangled in the brambles but rose valiant to show at the BC just the same. Back at the Religion, the trail was rated and the hares sung and drunk to. Charges followed with Flops, Little Blow, Frontal Lobotomy, forced to drink a virtual down-down for various cyber transgressions. Testi winning and latter rebounded a charge for getting lost from the
walkers. Ass Slipper and High Beams, were called to drink for the crime of matching kilts. Kitti Licker-was named the BLAB of the day and Squeeky and Sympyton were charged for key switching resulting in beer deprivation for hashing runners. "just Greg" after noting his service on trail was named "Call Boy". Preemi then charged the English contingent, Jonners and Lakey, with lack of proper attire as they were not in kilts but plaid pyjamas!
Wanker of the Week went to Little Blow Peep for e-mail indiscretion, mistakenly sending wedding initiations to the entire VH3 web group while trying to invite just one hasher in particular and finally publicly withdrawing the invitation.The full splendour of a Burns Supper followed as on afters at Squeeky and Sumpyton's new abode. Three, a fair lassie on the pipes and t' jocks as parade did bring honour to the occasion piping in the haggis. The, properly
addressed by Sumpyton, was sliced and served with more Scots whiskey. The saying of the Selkirk Grace opened us to the drams of scotch and there was much rejoicing, not to mention many complements on the excellent haggis. The "Toast to the Lassies" was delivered by Jonners with visiting Snevil providing the response ending a great mix of hashing traditions and Scots ryme and gaming.
Much thanks to Squeaky and Sumpyton for opening their new home to the rabble, after having only just moved in the day previous, and going to all the additional efforts of putting a full Burns Dinner.
On-On Beaver
25 January 1759 - 21 July 1796) (also known as Rabbie Burns, Scotland's favourite son, the Ploughman Poet, the Bard of Ayrshire and in Scotland as simply The Bard) was a poet and a lyricist.
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