P2H3 Run #904 – Beware the Ides of Phlegm
Posted by p2h3hashtrash on March 19, 2009
Date: 15/3/2009
Hares: Andre & Dorien (running), Phlegm, Chick Pea & Pearl Necklace (walking)
Run Report: Blah Blah
The pack did marvel at the raft for it was made of bushes and plants from ponds yonder, but the hare did not hesitate as he loaded the raft with wary runners and cried to them “It will be fine my friends. I’ll just, um, wait here, er, for the remaining runners. Honestly you’ll be fine.” [Hops 13:06]
They say the ferryman over the river Styx requires a silver coin for passage. For this fee you get a first class boat ride on a classical Greek skiff, complete with the ferryman Charon adorned in a lovely red cape, guaranteed safe passage and landfall in the afterlife where, if the suicide bombers are to be believed, awaits a life full of bare skin and grapes.
This is what a silver coin gets you.
For a few Riel you get a pile of foliage massed together with a couple of sticks for support, complete with a local famer who has wandered in from the field out of curiosity, someone is guaranteed to get wet and landfall is on a slippery bank with dried paddy on the far side.
Clearly we should have paid more. I like grapes.
It was virgin territory out at Banteay Daek, near the site of the 900th, which the hares had chosen for their run. There was a sea of green as St Patrick’s Day once again leapt into the life of the hash with all the exuberance of a deranged leprechaun. Pearl Necklace provided the hash with a series of fashionable hats from Water Lilly which helped keep the sun off and no doubt the bits of shrubbery attached shall be useful for sneaking up on hares during live runs in the future.
The run saw the return of Wanky Yankee, complete with clover, Hit on Me and André (mini Little Boy). Special mention must go to Little Boy for attending the run after what many will confirm was a big night out the evening (and early morning) prior. Flying Plod was looking resplendent in his fluorescent green jacket and flying hat whilst Mr Tinkle signaled his English roots by refusing to wear even a hint of green. Runs Well was seen exhibiting herculean strength as he repeatedly snapped the ferryman’s rope whilst Sarsy stood by offering advice of the helpful sort. A true advisor if ever there was one. Legend has it the master forger of advisors broke the mould after making Sarsy, claiming to all that such a masterpiece of advice giving could never be repeated.
Agrippa had nominated himself for the ferryman’s boat the day prior to the run when he managed to be knocked off his bike in front of GM Blah Blah and Yap Yap whilst they were sipping espressos and watching the entire scene with bemusement. Another nominee for the ferryman’s boat included Festering Chronic Masturbator who forgot that when ants find their way into your shirt it is a good idea to remove them. Who says he is getting old.
At the end of the day the joint Canadian singing of Tokyo Joe and Wanky Yankee was enough to drive the pack onto trucks and into the sunset.
Don’t pay the Ferryman,
Don’t even ask the price.
Don’t pay the Ferryman,
’till he gets you to the other side.
Whoa, oohhhh
Don’t paaaaaaaaaaaaaaaay the Ferryman.
Yogi Bra said
Great report Blah Blah! Wish we had a picture of that swamp barge, that thing was amazing.