Run #163: One Who Flew Over the Cuckoo’s Nest (GCMH3)

Direct from the looney bin our favourite butcher, cum property developer, cum part time lawyer set a trail for the ages………correction, set a trail that took ages. When I say “set a trail” it’s more accurate to say we were handed four envelopes which contained stages of a map which had unfortunately been defaced by what I assumed was a small child with learning difficulties. Theoretically we were required to join the maps together upon the completion of each stage to form the “postman’s run”. Unfortunately, the map “markings” bore no resemblance to any of the bush trails or paths in the local area but no bother somehow, we all made it on home five hours later.

In the circle a generous 1.45 out of 10 was awarded for the run with the hare immediately iced for his efforts. To mark reconciliation week an emotional smoking ceremony was held followed by the usual spiteful and vindictive charges but not before the RA attempted to burn down the new Covid Re-Hash clubhouse by kicking the flaming beer keg fire brazier down the side of the house.

Well done to Miscarriage for hosting an entertaining and enlightening evening and for introducing a new concept to hash.