Tuesday, 20 December 2005
The pre-Christmas Hash on the 16th of December was set by the Hares Little John, Horse's Arse and Bum Deal, and announced at the Zar Zar Minus Minus; the independently driving Hashers had thought they knew where THAT was, but it turned out that John wanted us to do some basic arithmetics and deduce he meant plus (plus). So some arrived late and missed the run, though not the feast of minced pies (courtesy of Little John and Rowdy), assorted Syrian sweets (courtesy of many) and coldish gluewine, provided by our faithful caterers, Wise Pranker and Cunning Stunt.
Carefully selected few partook of the champagne brought straight from the "horse's mouth" (NOT this Friday's Hare but France's) by Rowdy. The weather (and the red Father Christmas silly hats) did its best to put us in a Christmassy mood, up on these wuthering heights of Syria, but there was a lovely log fire and we could shelter somewhat in a big hole, presumably dug out by the hares in order to keep themselves warm, while waiting for the very late arrival of the convoy.
The Hares Horse's Arse and Bum Deal received a parting gift of half of a Hare Raiser T-shirt each, and Little John got just thanks for his efforts. There were no Virgins (what is Hashers' world coming to?) and no Finns - would it be they could not brave the cold? There were some returnees, most notably H.E. the Ambassador to Her Majesty the Queen of the United Kingdom and the Commonwealth (I hope I got this right). Sinners were not made to sit either on ice or fire, thanks to the Season's general mood of forgiveness.
All you who are stuck here, out of choice or necessity, have a good Christmas run (IŽll not be on: I shall be running up and down the pyramids for a change).
MERRY CHRISTMAS TO ALL, wherever you may be,
On on, Blanka
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