The Build-Up (Or Lack Thereof)It started with a message from our illustrious resident Octogenarian (that is someone over 80 for those of you that don't understand words longer than 6 letters) , BallBag, who informed Arsenic that the courts were "booked". In BallBag-speak, "booked" apparently means "Ibooked out and none are avaiable." Arsenic, being the […]
Our esteemed Patriarch actually managed to locate the correct destination, on the right day, and at the right time. Truly, a miracle for the ages. In his usual professional coaching persona, he put us through the expected drills; the only thing missing was a good planking. However, judging by the way some of the boys […]
Well f&ck me, it’s not often the walkers beat the runner’s home after a rendezvous in the middle of the bush….. Not sure if it was all the on backs, the navigationally challenged front runners or the saboteuring walkers changing the trail markings but somehow WTFAI (yes, his rash from his recent Asian “exploits” has […]
It was a night for the history books, though most of us are trying to drink enough to erase the memory of that first incline. We kicked off Run #315 with the solemn notes of the bugle and the traditional Rum and Milk, a fitting start for Baah Sinister's Anzac Day Memorial Run. Little did […]
Drink Start, Drink Stop, Drink Finish. Ewe can imagine the shock and bewilderment of the assembled hash men when the hare explained there was in fact a trail and worse still, we were expected to run it!! A night on his big deck (try saying that with a kiwi accent) thwarted the runners headed in […]
