Rehash of Run 1637. Loco at Halswell Quarry 24 Dec 13
Rehash of run 1637: Loco at Halswell Quarry, Xmas Eve 2013.
Now, I understand that I am writing the Garbage/Trash but have no notes and being old and even my back hairs are grey so the “little grey cells” inside my head are not in good working order.
Soooooo……….
Twas the night before Xmas the Hashers arrived
But no one was there, no piss to imbibe
The hare, he was missing, not anywhere in sight
When down from the hills in a terrible plight
A landowner full, of power and right
Had told the hare off and given him a fright
We are late the hares cried, but now we are here
We will away like a sleigh, and get you some beer
So slow Navi, NB, slow SSS as well
Chat to fiddle Dee and STD to hold back the swell
Of thirst that is raging, in Klingon and all
While SIF just stood there and did bugger all
The beer it arrived with Loco in tow
With Dagy and Fingers and a worn out WoWo
Ding a Ling and STD they put up a fight
Like KTT to not have a drink all the night
But Xmas prevailed and the boozing began
Til the On On was called and they went off and ran
But no! Back was called and a song it was sung
The Hash Hymn in memory of he that is gone
For Odd job a moment to stand and reflect
While Swing Low was sung and tears they were let
Off again up the hill to a piss stop sublime
Which the hares got the booze to
But oh! Just in time
The trail it was short cos of owners in rage
Not caring about the hares tender age
The pack did not worry, they were going downhill
To a piss stop superb on the top of a hill???
Twas the spot in the quarry important to all
Cos Dag’s single life; it was there, it did fall
Married to Fingers in a moment of bliss
Followed quickly tis said by a lingering kiss
The run it was over, the On Home was called
And a convoy of cars out the park it did crawl
To Sparks road where a feast there did await
After fines were dished out with lots of debate
The scribe did drink and the fines are forgotten
Blame the cider he says for getting me rotten
There were lots, that he knows, and Jammit was there
And when it was over, no cider was spare
So the whisky came out, and the music got loud
Til darkness set in and a diminishing crowd
As the last they departed, going far out of sight
A voice it was heard coming out of the night
“Merry Xmas to all, and to all a good night”
Thanks to Loco for the run and to Wo Wo for providing the food from the supermarket skips.
Next run:- a joint run on Sunday 29th from STD and Ding a Ling’s place; 228 Mt Pleasant Rd at 3pm (1500) Hosted by CH2H3
On On
Dagy
Now, I understand that I am writing the Garbage/Trash but have no notes and being old and even my back hairs are grey so the “little grey cells” inside my head are not in good working order.
Soooooo……….
Twas the night before Xmas the Hashers arrived
But no one was there, no piss to imbibe
The hare, he was missing, not anywhere in sight
When down from the hills in a terrible plight
A landowner full, of power and right
Had told the hare off and given him a fright
We are late the hares cried, but now we are here
We will away like a sleigh, and get you some beer
So slow Navi, NB, slow SSS as well
Chat to fiddle Dee and STD to hold back the swell
Of thirst that is raging, in Klingon and all
While SIF just stood there and did bugger all
The beer it arrived with Loco in tow
With Dagy and Fingers and a worn out WoWo
Ding a Ling and STD they put up a fight
Like KTT to not have a drink all the night
But Xmas prevailed and the boozing began
Til the On On was called and they went off and ran
But no! Back was called and a song it was sung
The Hash Hymn in memory of he that is gone
For Odd job a moment to stand and reflect
While Swing Low was sung and tears they were let
Off again up the hill to a piss stop sublime
Which the hares got the booze to
But oh! Just in time
The trail it was short cos of owners in rage
Not caring about the hares tender age
The pack did not worry, they were going downhill
To a piss stop superb on the top of a hill???
Twas the spot in the quarry important to all
Cos Dag’s single life; it was there, it did fall
Married to Fingers in a moment of bliss
Followed quickly tis said by a lingering kiss
The run it was over, the On Home was called
And a convoy of cars out the park it did crawl
To Sparks road where a feast there did await
After fines were dished out with lots of debate
The scribe did drink and the fines are forgotten
Blame the cider he says for getting me rotten
There were lots, that he knows, and Jammit was there
And when it was over, no cider was spare
So the whisky came out, and the music got loud
Til darkness set in and a diminishing crowd
As the last they departed, going far out of sight
A voice it was heard coming out of the night
“Merry Xmas to all, and to all a good night”
Thanks to Loco for the run and to Wo Wo for providing the food from the supermarket skips.
Next run:- a joint run on Sunday 29th from STD and Ding a Ling’s place; 228 Mt Pleasant Rd at 3pm (1500) Hosted by CH2H3
On On
Dagy