MIS-MANAGEMENT
COMMITTEE:
Master: *Zameer Ali -6789-172 Betty Agostini,
Flash Boos
Hash Ass: Justin Henry -766-4694 Vaughn James, ArleneValdez
Hash
Ca$h: Lorin Paton – 622-5806
(O) Hash Booze:
Nevie Boos – 637-3033 (H)
On-Sec: **Mumtaz Amarali - 625-3617 ext 29436 Hash Softies: Richard Marlay – 351-3694
Hare Line: Michelle Girod – 622-2204 (H)
Web
Address: http://poshashhouse.tripod.com *email
address: u4ria532@hotmail.com
**email address :
mamarali@republictt.com
RUN: #666 RUN
SITE:
SCRIBE: Ms Lyrics HARES:
Kevin/Seon/Justin/Adrian/Timothy
DATE:
There is a time to be born, and a time to die;
A time to plant, and a time to pluck up that which is planted;
A time to kill and a time to heal; a time to break down and a time to
build up;
A time to weep and a time to laugh;
A time to mourn and a time to dance;
A time to love and a time to hate.
-old testament : Ecclesiastes
I woke up this morning to a text from a friend
telling me Terrence had died. My mind cannot wrap around this information. Yesterday he was doing better. The prognosis
and new methods tried from the day before looked promising. Today he is
dead. It is a milestone that I do not
want to accept. Zam our Hash Master’s
plans for a celebration on this particular day would be tempered with our sad
news. The 666th run is planned and supposed to be a great hash for
liming and the general shit talk but the talk is not of shit , it is of death.
The talk is, of saying goodbye to a friend who is always full of pranks. Always giving a joke, or a pun, or a
lime that’s happening or some general piece of information that is important or
just a bit of gossip. I seem to be saying goodbye to friends too often now. To
quote Barbara, “He sure is round like ah O. So I will remember Terrence by his
dear friend’s calypso of 2007 . Whatever that may mean except that it brings a
smile and as it has over the years. Many of us in the calypso competition over
the years have continuously given our version of Barbara’s renditions for some
reason always included Terrence in her repertoire.
This year’s
calypso is no different.
“TERRENCE, TERRENCE, TERRENCE,TERRENCE. YOU
ROUND LIKE AH O!!” is so much more poignant.
I am at a time of my life when I will see people
close to me or those that I have grown to love on the hash go ahead of me. I
think life is getting shorter and more urgent. So to those of you who have made
such an impression on my life, I
continue to look forward to seeing you
on those Hash days and I would like to say to you that I truly enjoy and love your company and I hope that we may
have so many more before our time has run out.
So to Terrence I say ON! ON ! buddy!
It is time to get ready to go hashing and lace up
the old dutty sneakers and head out. It is 4. pm and the rain is unforgiving.
So we start the run after the general formalities of the hash master. Justin
the future hash master is one of the hares along with Seon and cohorts.
The run is in
Confusion is the word of the day and we are aptly
confused but jovial as we set out. The
rain is relentless and the mud even more so. All dressed in red as we were
ordered to wear we look like OWTU protesters on some March. We can’t run
because the mud has attached itself to the soles of our sneakers and they
weight about 15 stone each, that is according to Lorin as he plods past me.
The run seems confusing at first, not being able
to find the trails or finding it then only to be told by a confused hare
somewhat unsure of his checks, to on back since the rain had transformed all
his paper into unrecognizable blobs. He couldn’t remember where to go.
The usual expletives were heard, as we splashed
through the mud. Over hill and dale and mud and guk we rallied on like good
hashers only cussin’ under our breaths some louder than some.
Joanne Esdale not wanting to get her nether
regions wet in the bog begged Justin to piggyback her over a swollen stream
which he gladly performed except in typical Justin devilish humour he just sat
in down in the middle
of the
river like a donkey refusing to move another step with his load. Jo was up to nooks and crannies in mud and
yuk much to the amusement of all onlookers. Jo I assume was not amused. Justin seemed unaffected that the hash went
on and on and he seemed to delight in our misery. It got to the point where
people were not checking any more and he was just sending us on the correct
trails. The hashers are getting lazier and lazier or maybe just to old to
bother. I prefer to think lazier.
We continued with more of the same until we got to
the on in. THANK GOD!!
With sneakers looking more like snow shoes, and
mud and guk caked on our bodies we made our way in.
The Dixie Chicks operating the bar were fully
prepared to serve the thirsty hordes . Lots of cold beer waiting and so it
continued until the down downs. I
remember very little of this except that revenge is better served cold and
Justin got the cold t-shirt marking his Poofterhood. I was happy.
A good effort was made by the hares as it takes a lot of time and dedication to set a run and anyway thanks fellas!!
ON ON…….to
Zam’s Zanies
18 down, 8
more to go! Run # 666 was a sad day for the POS Hash. Terrence Jagdeo, who was
an integral part of the POSH, passed away at age 42. It is still hard for many
to accept and believe that he will no longer grace us with his presence at the
runs where he was always present unless there was some big fete to go to. Even
then, he would hash and then fete. He was a clown, critic, politician and
ambassador. He was not only a dry season hasher and he may have been wrong like
an O. I am almost certain that he will look after the POSH from that Big Hash
in the sky, along with the others he has joined. May he Rest in Peace.
Unfortunately, the HM had to skip the last run as he was a bit under the
weather. Speaking about weather, is the Ass HM's head so high up that a rain
cloud follows him wherever he goes? Even in the dry season it always downpours
at his run. By all accounts, it was a good run, a bit longer than expected but
we still had enough time to drink out the Dixee Chicks bar.
The
Poofter shirt was grabbed up by the Ass HM before we had time to vote.
Ex HM Dookie was present so his award went to Hanif for being chauffered to the
run. Bernard celebrated his 51st birthday. We need to see that Birth
Certificate.
A
FUNDRAISING FETE
To cover the cost of Terrence's medical expenses will be held on
Welcome to the virgins:- Giselle, Allison, Sherry,
Christine, Natasha, Samarei, Sarrien, Kyron, Chloe
THANK YOU……THANK YOU…….THANK YOU…..
Barbara Paton wish to specially thank the team of people
who contributed so generously food, supplies and assistance at the last two (2)
Monday runs and the after-funeral get together at the Jagdeo’s residence in an
effort to assist Terrence’s family.
Jennifer Clark Sonja
Barneveld Flash Boos Demaris Moss
Rachael
Guiseppi Mumtaz Amarali
Christine
Lyon Nicole Matouk Risa Mohammed Asha Saith
Salma
Mohammed Susan Bacon
Denise
Darwent
The Jagdeo family appreciated
everything that was done. ON ON
DIRECTIONS TO THE NEXT RUN #668
DATE: August 25, 2007
HARES: Andre/Asha/Justin/Victor
RUN SITE:
TIME:
Head
far east at the
turn
left and proceed pass Salybia, Balandra, Rampanalgas and
on
reaching Cumana where there is a NP gas station proceed straight for approximately 2
mins until you reach the Roman Catholic church on the right at the Church there
is the Cumana depo road, turn right and follow HHH signs. If you reach Toco YOU GONE TOO FAR, turn
back.
Approximate drive time, 2 1/2 hrs.
RECEDING
HARE LINE
RUN
# DATE HARES SITE
667 Aug 11 Harold/Arthur/Patrick
668 Aug 25 Andre Ache Cumana
669 Sep 8 The 3 Dicks
670 Sep 22 Men who get leave (horn) run
671 October 6 The Fockers
672 October 20 Poker/Pat Bynoe/Ben Nivet
673 November 3 Simon Wescott/Alister
Martin/Natalie
674
& 675 November 10
676 November 17 Wahid
677 December 1 The Life Guard Crew
(Peter Dixon/Doon/Paul/Kern)
678
December 15
679
December 29
680
January Fearsome Foursome