| I found the directions somewhat dubious, but at least I made it to Lapdancer and Coffee Beans house in time for the run, a large percentage of the pack arrived just in time for the BBQ and a dip in the pool. Those of us who made it to the energetic bit of the afternoon found our hares a little scared of giving us heat stroke like the hash there two years ago Thil and we were lead past every conceivable piece of shade available, lamp-posts, walls, tall people…The new tradition of losing your ankle-biters continued; first with (E.T.'s son) wandering off before being brought back by a local copper, then (Kevin? Crafty's son) decided to run off into the distance, making Crafty Linguist do some real exercise as he eventually caught up with him and returned home via the long trail. We got back just a little too late to see a rather pink looking Quicksand pretend to fall in the pool with his digital camera, the said camera turned out to be the one he buggered up in the Doctors pool last year. The little trickster. I was in time however to see him bash his head good on a low beam which slowed his silliness some. A right good feed was then commenced with Lapdancer furiously BBQing as we scoffed away and 'seriously now' a sincere thank you to whomever was responsible for the crumble…yum. And so it went, and went until someone mentioned we were supposed to be having an A.G.M., much groaning ensued, followed by the realisation that Q.S. had escaped the mother-clucker yet again as he'd naffed off with some lame arse excuse about re-arranging his house plants or something. When a lazy circle had formed we decided to give Easy Wipe lots of jobs and Q.S. a spare scribe post seen as he wasn't there to object and I'm not at the next hash. We then officially welcomed back E.T., (his son), Pink Helmet, Crafty Linguist, Mountain Goat, Kevin and Ian Then when Crafty and Mountain Goat's real significance and stature was explained to our newer hashers, another 'Founding Mothers and Fathers' DD was called for and the oldies were pulled in again like the last hash. Lostees and responsibles were next and the Doctor made the mistake of tangling with an ankle-biter who promptly got revenge by filling his glass from the pool and watering him. The male Funchs turned up at the death so went straight into the middle, before I finished things off with the hash hymn and I dually admit that I got into a bit of a pickle with the silent verse but nevertheless it was fun watching the rest of you tie yourselves up trying to follow me.
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