ADDRESS: PO Box 1163, Wellington
| AYATOLLAH: Harold Chambers ('AROLD) 477 3566(H) 494 4475(W) 021 185 2211(M) h3arold@xtra.co.nz |
RELIGIOUS ADVISER: Robb Morison (HIGH HEELS) / Craig Morison (EVIL) 934 1463(H) 385 6404(W) / 5666 999(W) 025 269 0261(M) thegarage@xtra.co.nz / craigmorison@hotmail.com |
HEAD MONK: Richard Mills (DOGFISH) 589 9992(H) 025 466 064(M) hash@disco.co.nz |
HASH KASH: Kevin Braddock (PISSPOT KEV) 970 8097(H) 025 972 104(W) kbraddock@netstar.co.nz |
ON SEC: Kris Persson (PUHA) 475 9124(H) 473 7749(W) 021 183 7950(M) kripe@lysator.liu.se |
| HASHADABRA: Graham Taylor (TEAPOT) 472 4000(H) 499 8090(W) lawton.taylor@ltc.co.nz |
BIERMEISTER: Alan Sherwood (HOOD) 589 0068(H) 589 0068(W) 025 283 6692(M) a.sherwood@clear.net.nz |
HASH HORN: Al Campbell (NUMBNUTS) 387 7436(H) 025 318 675(M) minimove@hotmail.com |
HARE RAISER: Doug Sheppard (OGGY) 565 1121(H/W) d.sheppard@xtra.co.nz |
HASHTORIAN: Warren Hampton (PORKBOX) / Peter Adamson (BIGGLES) 234 1630(H) 478 0342(W) / 479 1198(H) porkbox@xtra.co.nz / pandpadamson@xtra.co.nz |
| Run | Date | Venue | Hare | Scribe | Note |
|---|---|---|---|---|---|
| 1403 | 29/07/2002 | Gun Club, Trentham | Viscous & Pussy Puppy | Sourpuss | BYO food for BBQ |
| 1404 | 05/08/2002 | 94 Barnard St, Wadestown | Rangoon Flyer | T.C. | Bring $4-$5 for food |
Interhash 2002, Goa, 27-29 Sep 2002
Indochina/Mehkong Interhash 2002, Chieng Mai, Thailand, 18-20 Oct 2002
NZ Nash Hash 2003, Mt Maunganui, 25-27 Jan 2003
Interhash 2004, Wellington, 13-15 Feb 2004
Pisspot Kev: run 1397 from Avalon TV Studios
Sproggy: run 1399 from Innovation Greenhouse
River Rat: run 1402 from Printforme, Petone
Please e-mail your reports to On Sec PUHA.
| Venue: | Garage behind 220 Willis St |
| Date: | 15 July 2002 |
| Hare: | Captain Cook |
| Scribe: | Rangoon Flyer |
It was a dark and stormy night. The venue was the garage under Waterside House in the city - could have been the big shiver, but for the newly issued polyprop gear.
The rain had eased as the pack headed off following what looked to be hash signs going backwards - the point was at the back, not the front. However one hare is a superannuitant and the other runs regularly with the geriatrics, so a bit senile confusion about which way to point the dribble dropper should be excused.
The hare's short term memory might have been confused, but long term memory about what a good trail should be was still there. It was well marked, especially in the wet conditions, and made interesting use of familiar territory.
The trail took the pack through the traditional loop and headed to Able Smith St, up to and through the Te Aro School, over to Devon Street, up to the university, down to the Kelburn squash club. It was then in to the first of the promised dark and slippery bits with the trail through the bush to the reserve behind the scribe's recent Terrace home. He and a group decided the Terrace made more sense than more slippery steps catching the pack as it headed under the motorway and along to Bolton Street and into the cemetery.
Up to this point the real stand out feature of the night was substitute horn, K9, who kept on marshalling the back runners with an example of hornmanship current and recent past horns could learn from. However at the cemetery check the horn must have found the trail early and later said he thought every one was ahead of him. Whatever, there was a largish group including FRB types Puha, Furberger and TC plus the non-FRB scribe who were left well and truly behind checking out other possibilities.
Mind you, TC might have well found the trail along the Terrace had he and Furberger not run into (literally almost) Peeler changing into his new Hash gear having just emerged from Les Mills (gym). "Fuck, is the pack running here?" he cried. At least it wasn't "fuck, that's cold!". Peeler got a cold one for his sins later in the night - almost tried to skive off before receiving it though.
There was one final neat loop - too neat for TC and the scribe who went backwards round it - at the top of Woodward Street - then it was running through the city - out to the waterfront to the town hall and up little streets parallel to Cuba before heading to a piss stop in the park of Ghuznee St. Just a stroll home from there.
On on cock ups included the non showing of the barbecue - Joe dropped it off to Oggy - only trouble was Oggy was away. So for those who were going to cook it was another night of curry (and another morning of trots?)
The final fall out of this minor debacle was the awarding of the POW to Ayatollah warold for having sent out a reminder to all that Monday - "don't forget to bring your tucker for the barbecue".
Bubbles got into awards from the floor mood (doesn't he always), starting with the Bubbles award which he gave to DT for allegedly taping Coro St each Monday to watch later. He got DT several more times - Numb Nuts was away so DT was his surrogate for how many more down downs can a poor guy get.
The number of hounds was diminishing and there was still a lot of beer in the keg when scribe and Furberger left. They tell me the remainder of the keg was demolished before the run by Wgtn hashmen the next night at the Geris run.
Rangoon Flyer