Mauritius Hash House
Hash 424 10th October 2004 (Extra Hash)
The International Intercourse Hash.
Loading Bay, Poubelle, Mongrel, Hairspray, Chips, Stalker, Baldric, Slackbladder, P-Rick, Bilbo, Flossing, Mash, Poor Sod, 5-Bar, Roland, Trevor…oh balls, there were just too many but every man jack of them was fit to crew the Good Ship Venus.
I think that Fanny’s second cousin came to visit.
Mostly she’s a bitch, we all know, but some days life’s a beach. This was a simply outstanding hash in an outstanding setting and outstanding company. Maybe it’s because we’re all island folk, or maybe it’s because we’re all mad and drink lots of beer, but we all got on (on) so well there was more harmony than at a gospel choir recital.
A classic trail, along beach, over outstanding scenery, through scrub, brush, sand and cane. Every run now seems to have to have a new sign, and this time it was the “fish-hook” This is a magic sign which when described in the hash circle before the run means that the first number of hashers to reach it have to double back to the hare at the back of the pack, but when put down on the ground means that everyone just runs past it without giving an airborne congress!
I am delighted to report that we had to re-stock the beer-chests with more beer. FINALLY!
P-Rick who willfully damaged the local Mauritian flora by running headlong into it.
Stalker who did the same but somehow at walking pace.
Slackbladder for a laugh
Chips for asking whether we had toilet and shower facilities laid on.
Roland for overtaking the RA without asking permission
Trevor, gratuitously, for knowing Roland
Poor Sod, who was made to kneel for nigh on an eternity for talking out of turn in the circle.
Mongrel then administered a number of down-downs on behalf of the IoW none of which the only one I remember is that someone brought their own bicycle to Mauritius thinking, we have to assume, that that technology had not yet reached these shores!
P-rick achieved the pinnacle of greatness by being the first non-mhh harrier to be awarded this shirt since the last one. He declared it utterly revolting, which the MHH took to be a testament to its efforts to make it as smelly as possible for exactly this moment.
An IoW “away” fixture at Arsenal
Followed by a small soiree with a quiet sherry or two at the British High Commission Beach House in Pointe aux Canonniers.
Incriminating evidence of Inter-Island intercourse was to be supplied, but no-one has been candid or proud enough to come forward with photos!
Isn’t short-term memory loss a marvellous thing! But a few weeks pass and one finds little bits of paper filled with notes of “things not to forget” that one forgot one had, and which suddenly bring back whole episodes of lost experiences.
The IoW Hashers staged an amicable coup, Mongrel in the front line, and none could resist her advances…
She handed out down-downs as follows:
Hustler for showing off, and then flagging after a mere 2 pints
Blob for boasting of being a professional photographer and then poking himself in the eye with the RA’s lens. One hesitates to ask whether it was fully extended at the time.
The GM was presented with an IoW T-shirt.
Strong On was called forth for offering newcomers a cup of coffee but not having the cash to back up the offer. He was presented with…the ARM.
Bill Bored was the one who brought his bike and never used it. First time I’ve ever heard of someone forgetting how to ride a bike
Poor Sod (again) for sneaking on other hashers.
Dodocop, representing traffic police, for stopping the IoW hashers
Mireille for wearing a hat similar to a hasher in IoW whose name
is not quite
Right, glad to have cleared that up