1st October 2006
Hares: S4S + Yet to be named Andy
The ‘Oldest Virgin in Town’ Hash.
Hardened hashers put in serious work on Saturday night
making hangovers to be just ready for the Sunday hash on
There was a serious delay starting the Sunday hash as Mad Dog and Doggie Style had chosen the slowest ferry to travel on Sunday and when we phoned them to find their position “doggie style” they didn’t say missing their obvious cue, but “Well, we can see land” was all we got from them. So a late start meant we were running (?) at the hottest time of a hot day on our first hash in October. Playboy 2 also distinguished himself by completely misunderstanding the plan for where we would start, where we would circle and what it was all about. He has slowed down a bit since his RA days, hasn’t he? There were lots of monuments, statues, relics and ruins on this hash, and that was just the runners. On this hot trail we passed beaches, mansions and lots of wind.
We passed grumpy locals (these islanders, eh?) who didn’t much like flour being dropped on their doorsteps and the stork wasn’t at home in its nest – a trail highlight. A grumpy female islander ignored the hashers greetings but found time to become animated enough with, and causing delay to, Doggie Style and Leanover.
Mile after hot mile we treaded until we reached the welcome beer stop. There was some reluctance to leave from this as it was comfortable sitting in the shade with a cool beer at hand. Relaxing.
On and on we had to bully the pack to move their arses for had we not made plans for our dinner? Indeed we had.
We reached the beach and Playboy 2’s, by now perfectly parked motor where we set about our circle. The RA contrived to down-down every one present except for himself – nobody sussed this even though he was the hare. Shame on you all, and drink a warm beer very quickly by way of penance.
Notable down downs included:
IMF for retuning
IMF’s wife (whose name we are shamefully incapable of remembering) also returned in all of her blonde Finnishness
Andy for being co-hare and doing something, but I can’t remember exactly what, really stupid.
Hamish, Chef de cuisine. Conducting the BBQ with Australian precision (looks about right mate) the night before. Good tucker.
Spanish Fly: for err… sins too numerous to mention
Mad Dog and Doggie Style for late coming
Leanover and Doggie Style for chattering like banshees
Playboy2 – now I don’t want anyone to get the impression I am not humble before greatness but he really did fuck up didn’t he?
We are all wonderful and I don't want any of you to ever forget how special you are.
And then, and then, we welcomed the
Oldest Virgin every to grace the Athens Hash: George from Aegina via
Mad Dog told some joke about blondes
being on the wrong side which went down very well with our Finnish blonde, and
IMF redeemed himself by succeeding in bringing over a very brief white bikini
which had not escaped our attention. It turned out that it (and its occupant)
was Italian from
We had organised things so we were handy for Paul (from
The meal came to an end and tempted though we were to stay and inebriate ourselves further some had appointments to meet, cats to feed, lives to lead…ho hum.
And, finally on the hash principle that it is the ones who turn up who decide things the quorum of mismanagement members present unanimously decided that this hash should be hash-feeless. I’ll drink to that, said we all and went home.