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Date: Last Sunday   Run: 1301   Venue: That old running place... you know the one     Hares: Can't remember (who cares?)    Scribe: Him

So...... I drive.. s**t traffic on Kifissias.. told off for aggressive behavioural displays behind the wheel...(nothing new there then!) (its that glare ........)


We're early... where is everyone? Hoorah! Its so cold its been cancelled! Lets go home!......... aw god. they're hiding over there out of the wind... killjoys!!


Not many more did appear... some, unlike us mad bast**ds had the right idea..... eventually by 11.10 strawberry had used up his frozen fingers for counting attendees.. just began rolling down his socks when. Shiva appeared! Hooray!........we've tripled the headcount! (ok, so I exaggerate) then,.. with a coke and a water bottle... off she went again... gone! Bu***red off!... (surely an award here for the shortest hash attendance!)


Off we went as well, heads bowed southwards into the wind.. minus 20C and falling.. until, after less than 1 klik, the FRB,s turned right and carried on up the road (prats)... whilst the rest of us lagging behind with the Hares (suffering from cardiac arrest.them, not us ) crossed the main street following an 'invisible ' trail..... oh look, said playboy2... they've swept away the trail after the riots.... what a shame..... really...... I don't think so... (by the way, looked better in your wig last week.. so much more distinguished, not so colonial... very 'Christopher Wren' (ish)...)


Mad dog immediately made friends with a... mad dog... well , a bit mangy actually.... sad person.. (its true) ..... (dipped out on a down down there....).. but he did it so easily.. frightening to think about, really....


Up, and down, and round, we ran, all ragged rascals to the end.and stopped (crap view of Athens by the way ps is there a good one?)) and went again (some bloody Swedish bird doing the front running .'I've got so much energy now I don't have a man in my life' . ..well , my dear, from what I can recall, the previous one was in Kuala your 'phone sex MUST have been bloody sensational..)


At the beginning...Mad Dog said (and I quote . 'lets try to stick together, as there aren't many of us..) well, you can probably guess the rest...and back home we came... (why was the on-in over 1 klik away [ you hares have no imagination]).. in dribs and drabs and ones and ....ones


Then the circle...or, with so few of apology for one...more a blob...anyway...normal s**t.drinking (bloody great tinnies, though), abuse, bad jokes, bad singing, drinking (again) , plus some Norwegian (nice boobs last week, though) discussing Swedish rally drivers (really.or was it me?) over in the Scandinavian knitting Ratarsed ..only there for the beer (did you see his toe?- the things people put themselves through so they don't have to run..shallow!)..Strawberry, shit of the week , remained so , as the pi**ock forgot to add a 'dangly thingy' to the 'wreath'..hmmmm, perhaps this was done on purpose...some American guy (niiiiiiice jacket, man.) got a down down for playing the horn like a real instrument (methinks trying to drown out my questionable voice (or was it the s**t lyrics...something about American Marines and 6 feet long.... )


Some poor nice American (yes, I know, the place is crawling with them...didn't they read the official 'letter' last week???), innocent girl from Arkansaw , or was it Arkansassssss, or was it Idaho ..anyway.. she was forcibly dragged into the proceedings..immediate empathy with another of Mr Bush's flock (sorry Clitoria , NO POLITICS!!)...but, really, and with a man wearing tights...even at a hash.......


That was that, apart from the Taverna , which was a RIPPER! ('thats Aus-speak to you pommie bast**ds' some smart arse opposite me kept bleeting). anyway, If you weren't there, then TOO BAD, 'COS YOU MISSED IT ...but you didn't miss the crap Aussie brandy..bloody hell! Even the silverware went black and, it even made the red plonk taste reasonable (and that was awful!! )..'i'll bring more next time I come ', said he !(please don't bother) sad, bad, jokes, more Norwegians sounding like South Africans (or was it t'other way?)..women arguing (some bloke again)..the waiter trying to re-inact the 'fishes and loaves' (think about it).Hamish looking.well, only Hamish can...Irishmen with strange names..strawberry actually telling a funny joke..some bloke coming late (again)-won't his friends buy him a decent watch??.....camel toe with her 'I got it cheap at debenhams in the sales' fur jacket (yes, dear, ..we noticed)..eventually....

but the best joke is one I couldn't remember .but here it is now, 'cause I'm sober and can remember it..

A new monk arrives at the monastery. He is assigned to help the other monks in copying the old texts by hand. He notices, however, that they are copying copies, not the original books. So, the new monk goes to the head monk to ask him about this. He points out that if there were an error in the first copy, that error would be continued in all of the other copies.

The head monk says "We have been copying the copies for centuries, but you make a good point, my son." So, he goes down into the cellar with one of the copies to check it against the original.

Hours later, nobody has seen him. So, one of the monks goes downstairs to look for him. He hears a sobbing coming from the back of the cellar, and finds the old monk leaning over one of the original books crying. He asks what's wrong.

The old monk sobs, "The word is celebrate."

Post script

Many of us have a question that remains unanswered, that keeps us bewildered and confused... perhaps we ask ourselves..

'what really is the meaning of life?', or, .... why is Tony Blair such a pillock,...or..... anyway... you get the gist.

... Well for me, why is it that every week, Clitoria must persist in shouting .. 'and f**k the marines'.. someone should quietly point out that they haven't been seen for months...poor girl......... or does she just miss their uniforms? the words of this local trainee football thug...(my god, this is somebody's son!!!)

.......On-on........Lilly Whites