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 […]
Well, when you totally disregard the Trail Master’s well-timed and aptly named run, all partakers would need to be convinced with a cold beverage on arrival to simmer tensions. And that’s exactly how Derrolicked My Balls managed this farce. Needless to say, the forest was a treat, with some carefully selected trails having their virginity […]
KAOS: You wouldn’t fuckin believe it(in actual fact everyone believed it, and most expected it as it is now an all too common occurrence) but the Hare(absentee) Eno decided to abandon ship at the 11th hour, but to no surprise he actually wasn’t even on the ship to begin with. The real surprise was the […]
Let's set the scene for this absolute masterclass in athletic excellence and organisational competence. Fresh Meat, Pepe Le Spew, WTFAI, BallBags, Tristan and Eno bravely faced the treacherous, washed-out forest. Speaking of bravery, our esteemed GM, Pepe Le Spew, miraculously developed a highly convenient "injury". Clearly, this was a strategic masterstroke to avoid being completely […]
Well, after much agonizing deliberation – spearheaded by the know-it-all Eno – we actually managed to drag ourselves to Tom Rose HQ. A moment of silence, please, for Arsenic. He stepped up to cover for Cum Soc and laid what we can only assume was a masterpiece of a trail. Sadly, it was completely washed […]
