Run  1970
Risdon Vale
Hares :  Super Farts:   Panther and Big G

With this mob in charge we new we were in for another debacle and they didn’t let us down.

We were a little light on for numbers this week but  a hardy 40 hounds set forth from the hall  on a good loop around the oval , which gave the late comers the opportunity to wear the yellow jersey. 
 
As the pack grouped, the trail progressed along back streets to Gardenia Road where a good check had us stalled. From there  we proceeded up Sugarloaf Road to another good check which had us double backed into suburbia proper.

The trail proceeded in a clockwise direction back towards Lantana Road to another check. My good mate Prickle beckoned me over in a whisper, where to my surprise he had found the trail. It was his idea to head off on the trail before calling the bastards on, which was great as I had the opportunity to experience  things at the sharp end. Scrambles  expressed his displeasure but we didn’t give a toss.  As Prickle said it was important for  us to be sure we had really found the trail before calling.

The trail progressed back towards   Grass Tree Hill Road and up a bush trail parallel to the afore mentioned road ,but on the township side. This was great because Ferret finished up on the main road and became completely stuffed.

The last check was a bit tricky and I did my bit to find the trail but to no avail. When I heard the on on call I was miles off the pace and subsequently hashed back to the hall.

Comments from the FRB’s was very positive and this was confirmed by the pack returning  well grouped  after a sensible 40 minutes.  Somewhere in the rules of Hash (Yes there are rules) it is suggested that winter runs  be no longer than 45 minutes  with no shiggy
Talking about rules of H4, it is clear that we are a male only club and that is the reason Mad Dog and Easy formed H5 to accommodate those with a fetish for gutted rabbit. ( Say no more)
As we know , Shonky is a stickler for tradition and  as a point of protest  promptly left for home.

On this night over the years we have expected  a  goodly supply of vegemite and peanut butter sandwiches , jelly beans  and hundreds and thousands , but unfortunately we were very disappointed . It is obvious the so called Super Stars have lost the plot.

Lip Dyke ,with resistance from  Gut, did their best to resurrect the evening with a few good well deserved  skolls.
The Hashbeens proposed a toast to the demise of the Super Stars and this was whole heartedly supported by the pack. ( Long live the Hashbeens )

Despite the bullshit this was a  good night. A very good effort from a couple of old stagers.

9.9999999/10

On On
Uncle Cuddles

The Night That Jack Left
Black clouds were threatening all day long
Was this a signal from our own Long Prong
A clever and devious plan was hatched to go off
A chance for the boys to sing the “far cough”

Trudy the Trailer had been given an operation
And Jack was losing his lust and admiration
Of his companion taken home each Monday night
With Trudy not letting Jack out of her sight

Jack sprung a plan to be rid of her once and for all
And Monday night under bridge, he’d take his tow ball
This incorporated shit will give Jack the chance
To stack a great dummy spit and take on a stance

He’d spoke to Cloud Nine and got the OK from Max
“You’ve had Trudy long enough,” said Max in a fax
Let some one else care for her and escort her to Hash
And you go start up THAG or some un-incorporated trash

A special insert was added to the weekly newsletter
Of Jack’s talks with Cloud Nine and all its litter
But incorporated boss Squizzy was having nothing of this
And predictably chastised Jack for creating a bliss

The dummy was spat, and Jack moved to his wagon
And said his last goodbyes to his faithful companion
This is it, I’m leaving you with these bastards poor
My plan has worked, I will tow no more

The Hash Lip circle was stunned and amazed
Was Jack really leaving, or are we in a daze
Jack’s window was down, could he hear our song
As Far Cough echoed meekly around the throng

Not sung with normal gusto, their spirit was broken
A legend had gone, and left us a token
Of his time and effort that he’d given to Hash
Someone else has to step up and give Trudy a bash

Take bat and ball home if you can’t get your way
But leaving the lot was a very different play
At least we were able to keep on drinking
If he’d taken Trudy, the Hashers, would be a stinking

Our new JM Banger  is desperate for a tugger to seek
Who takes Trudy home tonight and brings her next week
Volunteers put their hand up, we’ll work something out
Put her on 2 wheels and we’ll tow her about

So the night will be remembered as the Night That Jack Left
And said “the Club can get f#cked” with a festering rift
Incorporated we do not have to be, I’ll stick to my guns
And I’ll run as a guest with the un-incorporated ones

Water under the bridge, or so the saying goes
Will it flow under this bridge, only Jack knows
Incorporated the Club is, of that there’s no doubt
So the Club will go on without Jack being about

Lantern and Arn Arn set this run from under the bridge,
With Trudy being there, no need for a fridge
A big fire was burning on this cold windy night
The pack set off noisily, were they in for a fright?

Most thought it a big improvement from this particular hare
Taking us around Rosny Hill and every overpass there
With Arn Arn to guide him, from f#cking it up
And banned from Taroona because of previous cock-ups

A check at Montagu Bay school kept the pack together
They were out for near an hour in this cold windy weather
Back over Rose Bay High in Music Man’s territory
Coming back to the On On  unaware of Jack’s glory

Of spitting the dummy, ditching Trudy the Trailer
If no-one tows her, will the Club be a failure
The Night That Jack Left will go down in Hash History
But the Club remains Incorporated for everyone to see