MIS-MANAGEMENT
COMMITTEE:
Master: *Justin Henry -766-4694 Betty Agostini, Flash Boos
Hash Ass: Risa Mohammed - 752-4447 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: Justin.Henry@ghl.co.tt
**email address
: mamarali@republictt.com
RUN: #678
RUN SITE:
HARES: Zam/Justin/Betty SCRIBE: A Really Rare Rear Viewer
DATE:
When the HM pounced on me whilst I was bringing up the rear end, a place where I rarely am, and commanded that I scribe a rear (or rare) view I pondered long and deep. What the ‘rear’ did he mean??
Did he want me to write about my rear views? In that case:
Justin’s rear is too high
Victor’s rear is like a calabash
Mike H’s rear is too tight
Arthur’s rear is, well… non-existent
Derek’s rear is smaller than his belly
OR, did he want a rare trash - poetically constructed:
“Twas the hash before Christmas and all thru
The FRBs were getting quite sweaty and smelly” ………?
OR did he want rarity of the intellectual kind such that
only the likes of Martin G would be able to read it….?
OR was he trying to get me to comment on his tenure as HM and the atmosphere that he reared on the hash over the past year?
OR did he want my view on the fact that the pack was reared up and rearing to go on a hot Saturday afternoon and we still had to listen to his pre-run gab and prayer and then wait for some of the macho men to tote huge bags of ice up the incline?
Or did he want a rear view and expect that I does have mirrors in de back of meh blasted head!!!????
REALLY!!!
Anyway, I pondered again (which I rarely do) on this request for a rear (rare) view and thought: Forget the Has-Been, what would my beloved hashers want?… TRASH! So:
As I rarely do, I arrived early for the Christmas Run. I rarely run this run preferring to arrive for the festivities with a clean rear view and ready to shake my rear at the party.
But there I was amongst the die hard FRBs and to my surprise some of the backpackers, including the infamous SCB, Enrique!
After really too much delay, the hares bullied Timothy into doing the usual BS and we were really and finally, ON ON.
Through the gate we headed (well really where else would we go) and by the time I reached the gateway, the pack had turned left and were heading up the road. That was the last time I saw any of the other hares, i.e. Betty, Justin or Timothy, except Zam.
At this time, I was hearing the voices of several of the FRBs and feeling pretty good but slowly the ole talk lessened and I watched as rear after rear jogged past me.
Due to creaky knees (really), I decided to remain in the company of the backpack but that idea was lost the moment I saw Salma’s and Karen’s rear also jogging past me!
Past the first check and a massive chicken coop (Gary, I rarely do apologize for thinking that it was you smelling up the place) up the long road we went, around the perimeter of some really pretty homesteads and into the bush. Down into a gully with a trickle of water, some stones, mud and more smells and I acknowledged that had lost most of the front pack. Somewhere along this stretch of terrain I realized that at least I was in the company of the better-looking hashers - except Zam, who was apparently commissioned to ‘do the rear’. Their conversation was far more pleasant that that of the front of the pack who seem intent on running, checking false trails and getting back to the run site in 1st. place!
So on the group of us went on, at times catching a glimpse of a straggling FRB but for most of the time, far removed from the sweat and smell of the front-runners.
We did do a complete run - through the bush, on narrow roads, up steep inclines, trudging through muddy paths and skidding along the tracks left by the front pack. There was one point when Zam, who rarely gave us any shortcuts, did mention that if we were to run up a particularly step hill we would be able to catch the front pack. RARE-LY! Up that hill meant down the hill and into some poor soul’s yard and then soon we found ourselves gingerly picking our way through rocks and slippery stones along a river of sorts. It was along this trek that I discovered that Susan H, Salma and Karen enjoyed getting wet, being pricked and getting battered by odd wood!
I really cannot recall any more relevant details except that Chris Valdez’s gate and house were tightly shut up and there was no beer stop on the O’Farrell property! So soon we came upon the ON IN and as I strolled along I thought that the hares had done a good job, providing enough of a run to justify my partying late into the evening at the party of the season: THE HASH CHRISTMAS BASH.
Unfortunately, I was wiping my underarm and upper lip in preparation for the party when the down-downs were called. I understand that it was uneventful and the poofter information will be advised via the XHM’s comments…..so ON ON to the party.
It goes without saying that my memory of the party would be blurred:
Pretty boys and girls? YES!
Music? YES!
Dancing? YES! (I understand that Christine, Risa et al also
did some dancing in the pool at about
Santa Claus? YES! (presents for the mis-behaving
Santa’s helper? YES! (The breast blinded most of us)
Drink? YES! (really no question here!)
Food? Well YES! so late that I on the verge of begging by the time the serving started!
The PASSING of the PARROT? YES!!!
After Rachel’s ( yes, that is her real name now that the HM is a HB!) countdown, which was started over the previous week, the Hon. HM handed over the Parrot to some guy who was dressed like a pansy in a tight pants and a well patterned burnt orange shirt.
(I almost said: Elvis is in the house! REALLY!)
The takeover completed, the new HM immediately started asking for down payments for his overseas trip! So focused was he on collection activities that he almost forgot to introduce the hash Ass…..
YES! A women back in power - Risa was received with cheers….
(T.S. to the macho men who tried to keep breast power out and welcome back to the true BALLS behind the hash!)
As I sign off this really rare rear view, I’d like to thank:
The Hares for a good run.
Zam for his hash mastership.
The committee and hard working hashers who contribute so much behind the scenes.
The organizers of the Christmas party, including ‘ de friggin’ Santa and his busty elf.
My parents, sponsors, hairdresser & plastic surgeon…. Ahem, and world peace to you all.
JUSTIN! Good Luck to you………..
The Best of the Season to the POSH3 & Hashers worldwide….
A Happy New Year…… ON ON to
2008!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Zam’s Zanies
Long ago
and so very far away! Run #678 was the perfect run, set by at least one perfect
hare, ME. Justin and Betty helped a little. The usual preamble, introduced by
that Old Fart, Blunden. Thanks, Dave. Up the hill and down the creek without a
paddle, some clever checks and some road running culminating through O'Farrell
Crest. By the time I returned with the walkers, the bastards had already drunk
most of the free beer. Note to Justin: No Freebies!
Virgins:
Nick/Sarah/Patrick/Maritza/Shervon
Nominees
for Poofter: Drs.
Seebalack and Kassam for an in-depth discussion on a dental procedure while
everybody else was checking. Seebalack disappeared and Victor in his exuberance
to prepare the Poofter shirt disrespected the HM, so he also got nominated.
It was
then on to the fete of the season. Alcohol was flowing but where was the food?
An hour and a half later we were fed and ready to rumble. Santa, who comes only
once a year, took the opportunity to do so with his helper. Bad Santa, Bad
Santa. Presents were distributed to the deserving. The ceremonial Parrot was
then handed over to the new HM and the floor was his to name his new Ass., Risa
(he really scrape the barrel there boy). Nick was presented with a hash token
for the last-minute use of his place. Thanks again, Nick! Good luck to Justin
and his new Ass. Thanks to all who contributed and those who attended to make
this a great party. Have a Great and Hashperous 2008! Don't forget to delete my
number from your speed-dial.
On On-
O-Zama
DIRECTIONS TO THE NEXT RUN #680
DATE: January 12, 2007
HARES: Fearsome Foursome
RUN SITE: Tabaquite
TIME:
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RUN
# DATE HARES SITE
679
December 29 Justin/Seon/Adrian/Timothy/Kevin
680
January 12 Fearsome Foursome
681
January 26 Victor Smith
682 February 9
Karen & Richard Hart
683 February 23 Rob & Liz (Red Dress Run)
684 March 8 Ronald Mc Donald,
Martin Griffith and Victor
685 March 22 (easter weekend) Nevie
686
April 5 Derek De Freitas/Cyril
687
April 19
688 May 3
689 May 17
690
May 31
691
June 14
692
June 28 Alan/Justin/Jerry