Archive | October, 2010

Trash Run 762

26 Oct

Hash Trash Run 762

HASH MASTER Michelle Girod 741-9125
HASH ASS Arthur Seebalack 461-5665
ON-SEC Mumtaz Amarali 625-3617 x29436
HARELINE Salma Khan 753-8843
HASH C$SH Lorin Paton 622-5806 (O)
HASH BOOZE Nevie Boos 637-3033 (H)
HASH SOFTIES Richard Marlay 351-3694
COMMITTEE Betty Agostini, Flash Boos, Karen Hale, Ronald Mc Donald
Website Address:

762 October 2, 2010 Ronald Mc Donald, Martin Griffith & Victor Maracas, St Joseph  

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I warned her not to.  I assured her it was a mistake.  See the error in your ways, I said.  Don’t go towards the light.  As she approached me on the trail, I was sure it was one of those situations where you think the person if front of you is talking to you, but they’re really talking to their best friend who happens to be standing right behind you.  But no, she grabbed me by the arm, and asked me to write it up.  And so here I am, putting pen to paper (or fingers to keyboard) and writing and rambling away as I’ve been assured I’m supposed to do. 

I’m the first to admit I have no idea what I’m doing here, so let’s just go with it and find out what happens together.  #762 (just my third hash – oh the memories) came and went without the “hills and clouds” of Paramin or the “washouts, course shortenings, and confused-looking Enrique standing on the side of the hill deciding whether to drive through the flashflood” of Caura.  There was just some good old-fashioned running through the bush, splashing through rivers, and jogging through the middle of a football game.  Oh – and just a little bit of getting the shit scared out of us by un-tethered dogs. 

So what happened…let’s see.  To start, there was the usual “It’s short.  No hills,” assurances of the HM and Hares, and then there was the ½ hour detour in the complete wrong direction before finally getting our noses on the right trail.  Once that was accomplished, the game was on (on)!  I don’t think anyone can say that the terrain wasn’t varied this time.  We scrambled over rocks, down embankments, up hills, ran from the aforementioned dogs, and jogged down Santa Barbarba Road on in. 

The pack stayed together fairly well this time, led by the trusty (or not) Hares.  I hear there was yet another snake sighting, but I never heard it to be confirmed, so I’m likely to treat it as an un-urban legend. 

The jog through town and the long-cut around the football field (follow the paper fellow hashers – that’s where it led) brought a hint of a Monday afternoon to this hash, and then it was on in to the after-hash party where it was chicken sandwiches, ubiquitous kegs of beer, birthday cake (for Victor!  Happy Birthday!), and cookies (cooked by Ginger!  Phenomenal!  Do I smell a new hash tradition?).  Although I’m sure the party went well into the night (I hear that the local bar didn’t know what hit them) I had to leave early and bring my virgins with me so they wouldn’t be scarred.  Don’t worry – I will be sure to make them come again in 2 weeks. 

So that’s about all I have.  Michelle, are you regretting your decision yet?  I tried.  I really did.   And I think most of it made sense…didn’t it?  Maracas/St. Joseph is gone but not entirely forgotten.  We laughed, we cried, we ate, we drank.  I’m sure at least a few of us bled a little.  But at the end of the day, the bush conceded and we cried victory.  On on!

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Michelle's Mess

I used to wonder why Zam started counting down halfway thru his year, now I know.  With only 4 more runs left to go, the countdown is definitely on on.
The hares, with some local help thrown in, managed to find some virgin territory in what has been a much hashed area.  The parking site was new though and there was some delay while we waited for all late comers to get parked.  The run itself was a good mix of hill, rivers and road running and back to the run site well before dark. The good news was, no one got lost and Smithy treated us to some cake and souse for his birthday.  Apparently, plenty people on the Hash born in October so I hope we’ll be treated to some more bday cake and souse on the next run.
On another note, we’re looking for a venue for the Hash Christmas party. Anyone with sensible suggestions, or a venue, please let me know. On On

Virgins:       Welcome: Cory, Raza, Chris, Edward, Jamilla, Jesse, Melanie, Marisol, Troy, Rena

Birthdays: Happy Birthday Dawn and Victor (Smithy). Hope you have many many more.

Poofters:  Doon for interrupting the run to tie Nella’s shoe lace and making a mess of it; the Hares, for not posting any hash signs on the main road, and Smithy, a Hare, for stopping to chat up some random female on the roadside and as a result, failing to direct the pack on the correct trail.  Smithy got the popular vote, so he was given his 3rd straight down down for the evening.  Now that he’s approaching 70, I hope he was able to enjoy the rest of the night. ON ON

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DATE:       October 30, 2010
HARES:      The Bimbo Cyats
RUN SITE: Chaguaramas
TIME:      3.30 p.m.

Drive to Chaguaramas, passing Alcoa followed by the Kayak Centre and Pier 1 on the left. Immediately after passing Pier 1, there is a large car park. Turn left into the car park and park closer to the sea front (near the Treasure Queen parking area).


761 October 2, 2010 Ronald McDonald Maracas, St. Joseph
762 October 16, 2010 Predeep Grand Couva
763 October 30, 2010 The Bimbos: Halloween Run Chaguaramas
764 November 13, 2010 Big Pussies Trinidad….not Tobago
765 November 27, 2010 Brian Dookie/Victor Fort King George
766 December 11, 2010 Christmas Run
767 December 25, 2010 Amanda Seebalack & Her Possee 181 Windsor Road, Gooodwood Park
768 January 8, 2011 Golden Girls
769 January 22, 2011 Hadyn Als
770 February 5, 2011 Doon
771 February 19, 2011
772 March 5, 2011 Betty Agostini Carnival Hash Calypso Competition
773 March 19, 2011
774 April 2, 2011 Beerly Audble Cumana
775 April 16, 2011 Mountain Goats
776 April 30, 2011
777 May 14, 2011 Lorin Paton/David Jamieson/Betty Agostini Reewat Memorial Run
778 May 28, 2011 Harper
779 June 11, 2011 The Three Wongs (David, Zachery, Zane)
780 June 25, 2011 Central Posse
781 July 9, 2011
782 July 23, 2011
783 August 6, 2011
784 August 20, 2011
August 22-26, 2010 Overseas: We Crusin – Carnival Victory Curacao, Aruba and Bonaire


Photo Gallery – Hash 763

24 Oct

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POSHHH Over 45’s vs Under 45’s Football

18 Oct

POSHHH Over 45's vs Under 45's Football

Run Directions – Run#764 October 30, 2010

18 Oct

Run Directions – Run#763 October 16, 2010

RUN #764
DATE October 30, 2010
HARES The Bimbo Cyats
RUN SITE Parking area in front of Treasure Queen, Chaguaramas
MAP Run Site Map Run 763
DIRECTIONS Drive to Chaguaramas, passing Alcoa, followed by the Kayak Centre and Pier 1 on the left. Immediately after passing Pier 1, there is a large parking lot on the left. Turn left into the parking lot and park closer to the seafront (near the Treasure Queen parking area).

Trash Run 760-761

12 Oct

Hash Trash Run 760, 761

HASH MASTER Michelle Girod 741-9125
HASH ASS Arthur Seebalack 461-5665
ON-SEC Mumtaz Amarali 625-3617 x29436
HARELINE Salma Khan 753-8843
HASH C$SH Lorin Paton 622-5806 (O)
HASH BOOZE Nevie Boos 637-3033 (H)
HASH SOFTIES Richard Marlay 351-3694
HASH SOFTIES Betty Agostini, Flash Boos, Karen Hale, Ronald Mc Donald
Website Address:

760 September 24, 2010 The Fockers Turtle Beach, Tobago Legend of the Fall

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…..but not forgotten is the next bit. However, the truth is, a lot of it is given the quantity of alcohol I consumed. Nevertheless, it is my dubious responsibility to chronicle the first run so my apologies if the ramble below bears no resemblance to the truth. Actually, I don’t care at all but it was a nice thing to say wasn’t it?

The portents were not good…. I kept asking who the hares were and people would point out Justin, or Gerry…disturbing enough I know …but of more concern was the fact that they were there, liming with us at Johnsons, and it was early afternoon. All hares have their idiosyncratic traits but you can usually rely on them to drag their wretched mortal coils out of their filth and pestilence ridden pits on the morning of the hash and go and set the bloody run! Not this lot…were they going to set it by helicopter (nearly said chopper then but the Fockers already have delusions of grandeur in that department)..ah well, don’t usually drink before a hash but open one for me please.

Blunden must have had similar feelings of foreboding which he had obviously assuaged by downing healthy doses of alcoholic medicaments. He was demonstrating a strange pelvic manoeuvre accompanied by a repetitive questioning of one’s parentage on the male side. No matter, we found ourselves at  a shaded beachfront  and assembled to hear what the Flockers(the collective noun for a bunch of Fockers)would say. Actually didn’t …hear them…I mean does anyone really listen to the BS that is always spouted at the start of a run but I assume that it involved platitusdes about absence of altitude, sodden earth, etc. One thing that was different was the presence of a whole set of youth dem which I later found out were the scouts. Bedecked in red, I never ascertained why they were there and I am sure, having done the run, they felt the same.

Off the baying masses went, out of the shade and into the sun….HNA (hot no arse) …and immediately  one set of confusion leading, finally out of desperation, to us all entering a fenced field with seemingly no way out….but, of course there was, cunning Fock people…the fence could be overcome by rolling under it. I wasn’t close enough to determine if this was the result of a flash of inspiration by a hasher or if someone fell over and discovered it by luck.

Then though varied terrain with some welcome relief from the sun before we embarked on a brutal hill climb led by the intrepid Mystery(who later in the weekend treated those fortunate enough to be on his bus to a medley of his calypso hits).  I am told that the hill brought Tante Merle to her knees…Hubby nowhere to be seen (Who’s your Grandaddy)…she was saved by Tosca who carried her up the slope.

However, despite being even more HNA by the time we reach the top….well, give dem Fock lot credit..what a beautiful site . Superb views, some refreshment and a place apparently where none other than Robert Nestor Marley stayed . Redemption Song for de hares…of course, it didn’t impress Ash who gave the view short shrift and snuck off hoping to get a jump on the pack. Fortunately, he was caught by a puzzling false trail (which also , later caught your honourable scribe) and his sneaky ploy was to no avail.Next time Ash, smell the roses and write a poem.

And it was ,literally, downhill from there … a long descent with another set of stunning views which must have unsettled your scribe as an encounter with a tree root produced a spectacular swallow dive fall, witnessed by one of the boy scouts. Those of you that have seen Legends of the Fall will know that Brad Pitt was in it …. So I thought I would impersonate him later to attract a foxy hasherette ..but , So you think you’re Brad Pitt, that don’t impress me much….whatever happened to Shania Twain by the way?

Shaken, but not stirred, I managed to complete the on-in without too much ignominy, apart from not being able to catch Blunderbus… fortunately, Andre who takes love of his job to amazing levels, had not consumed all of the beer and the afer-run lime was all worth it. Ray”Kilimanjaro” Weaver (explanation, Blunden said he been up Kilimanjaro), Randall “Boycott de Fockers” Lyon listening to his tranny(remember when they were called that), Mahashma “Ash for Pooftah oops”  Gandhi… characters all…. before we were ordered on to de buses and  a mercifully short singsong ensued.
So two thumbs Fockers…and you even get to choose where!

761 September 25, 2010 The Fearsome Threesome + 1 Les Couteaux, Tobago Hash Slut

It was Saturday and it was damn hot. The hashers slowly gathered to meet de bus. It was 9:30 and ah lot ah hashers still had pillow marks on their faces.
For some reason, ah felt like ah stuffed pig.  Ah had less than ah case ah beers, some pepsi, water, ah healthy dinner and dessert, so ah have no idea why ah feel like ah macawel! Anyway, ah had ah little room for a beer before going in de bus.

Our bus led de way to de hash site without directions, so we had to stop ah couple times to make sure we reach de right place.

We reach de hash site, in real hot sun wid hills all about. Ah could hardly open meh eyes wid dat hot sun. The hares rest ah Persy on de Fockers and politely told them “Up Yours, Fockers!” Dey real have plenty love on de hash, boy!

The hares said dat de hash relatively flat….yeah right! Meh belly relatively flat!  Anyway, we start de hash and after about 2 minutes we get our shoes wet going through de river. There were notable non-starters, eg Justin, Tim, Gerry. Now ah find out  that I am the scribe. Ah done tell ya dat I feel like ah well fed macawel, so ya know ah scribing from de back. The bad ting about dat is dat ah go see all de assholes. I doh mind seeing some good female specimens.

Ah must admit, it was beautiful terrain. In de first 30 minutes, we stick close to de river and weaved through some heavy bush. Normally, ah does feel good when dey have river on de hash because ah get a little extra  energy, but today ah is ah macawel. I wasn’t alone. Dey had plenty moans, grunts, hands on hips even before we reach any hills. It was definitely de morning after a merry night before. Tourist leggo Friday night, but hungover in dey wire now.

Yours truly looking for de shortcut because meh shoes done wet and heavy. Ah pass through de river ah couple times and almost bus meh tail on dem slippery rocks. Ya know when ya take ya time, ya does fall like ah breadfruit!!

Now, we start to go uphill in this damn hot sun. Dat hare, Mark, tells us to go pass two Xs and go downhill to de river. After going through some thick bush, dey tell we to  go back up hill. Ah get a little vex because ah bun already, and ah had to drag meh sorry ass up the damn hill. My tongue done now touching meh shoes!! Dem hares have smile on dey faces.

Ah tink we are now inside for a little more than 1 hour and reach ah point where ah had to choose. Do I turn right and go uphill or do I go downhill and get to de ON IN?  Well, I turned right, look up and then decided dat de macawel should go downhill. I was in de river wid a beer in my hand 15 minutes later . I had plenty company but the dem others still up de hill. Ah real happy ah in de river old talking and drinking.

Apparently, it was ah serious hill and Zam led them astray further up the hill.
De poor hashers had to go down and back up another trail. Dis was not enough. Some also got ah thorough cussing from an mad man who did not like anybody on he land. De hashers were just following the trail.

Those who did dat last part reach de river looking real exhausted and drop straight in de water. Hashers relaxing in de water, washing dey shoes, sitting and ah cyah imagine what else. I kept meh face out the water.

Ah find de hash was real good. The terrain was beautiful, dem lazy hashers get ah shortcut and de others get dey share of exercise. De next mission: How not to get dem bus seats wet. De driver lay down de rules. ON ON to Pigeon Pt, but dat is another story.

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Michelle's Mess

Hash Tobago 2010

Whew! Can’t believe that Tobago has come and gone like a thief in the night. After some weeks of organizing and, I guess, the usual minor controversy (read Randol and runsites), the weekend flowed smoothly.  From the Thursday nite, thru Friday and the tourist party – Ski was so determined to win, she made no less than 3 costume changes (she still didn’t win), to Saturday’s run and then lime at Pigeon Point, it turned out to be a fun, easy going weekend.   The music, compliments Ski, played and the hashers drank and ran and drank and ran and then drank some more.  But then, that’s what a Hashing Tobago weekend is all about.  So with good weather, three excellent runs, good company, good music, good food and a cold drink always at hand, I think it is safe to say that a good time was certainly had by all!  

It would be remiss of me not to thank again, Blue Waters and Pradeep and Eggie for their generous support, Martin for his assistance, Allan for all his hard work (no sleeping on the couch for the rest of  the year baby) and all those who worked behind the scenes to make the weekend a success.  It was much appreciated.

Now I can say Yeah!  It’s ON ON to next year.

Run No. 760:         Hares: The Fockers:                   RunSite:   Turtle Beach, Tobago
Gerry, Eric, Vaughn, Tosca

Virgins: A scout troop from Trinidad, plus Christianna, Tamika and Karen

New Shoes: Christianna, Blunden and Pat from the Central Possee

Poofter Awards: Religious Adviser – Ashe performed the honors.
Nominees: At this stage it’s hard to recall all the nominees, but a few were: Andre the Beer Man, for fainting on the trail and having to be carried in; the group of Barbara, Vaughn & Justin for some hanky panky on the trail; the RA Ashe himself for announcing he was next in line for the post of Ass HM, and finally, the Hash Ass Arthur, for accusing the RA Ashe of trying to usurp the Hash Ass’ position. The Ass HM Arthur was the hot crowd favorite and he won by a mile.

Run No. 761           Hares:  Fearsome Threesome + 1     Run Site:      Les Coteau, Tobago
ie, Randol, B. Dookie & Zam + Puddy

Virgins : Marlene

Birthdays: Mark Puddy – Happy 69th Puddy.

Poofter Awards: Religious Adviser – Justin performed the honors. 
Nominees : Zam, a Hare, for not recognizing the trail himself and sending the pack the wrong way; Ass.HM Arthur for being a wimp and letting Gail beat him in; and Justin (self nominee) & Tim, for being so drunk they didn’t do the run.  Justin won hands down.  ON ON

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2010 Tobago Overview
Tall dark and Havesome

Another year, another Tobago weekend. One thing is sure, it is never the same. The weekend is always a success regardless of any hiccups or contentions. This weekend takes long to arrive but goes so quickly.

The weekend started off for most on the Thursday. The early arrivals played golf, limed around, imbibed or did what hashers do best, have oral diaorrhea.

For some reason the early arrivals seem to always have an ulterior motive. So it was that some went diving and some played golf. As the day wore on more and more Hashers arrived. A notable absentee on the day was the Hash Cash. He was probably detained by an emergency root canal, grandparent duties or Ms. Maraval not wanting to miss a call-in opportunity.

So the order of the day was beers and other beverages. I have noted how more and more hashers are into stronger stuff, especially vodka. We used to be a beer drinking organization. I wonder what Dear departed Peter would say about this? Roy on the other hand would say These “@#%$!*&^” hashers only ” #@%$&^%!” …..”&^%#$@” or words to that effect.

The allocation of who set which run was a topic of conversation. Randall was long on displeasure. This is the only known time in history that the opposite of short is used in reference to Randall. The runs themselves have their own scribes so I will not steal anyone’s thunder.

The Friday morning got off  to a very slow start. I looked out and saw the son of a hasher on the swing chair all by himself. He looked as if he was put out of the room because his parent got lucky. I subsequently spoke to the parent who explained that, that was not the case.

Hashers slowly emerged from their rooms but stayed clear of the beers until Allan appeared and offered  to buy a rounds and even then there were not many takers.

The Saturday  was the next run which started just after eleven in the morning and saw hashers out in the midday sun. After the run it was off to Pigeon Point Heritage Park Beach Facilities. Parched tired hashers descended on Pigeon point and ate drank and splashed and danced.

Music played and hashers danced and Ms. Maraval did a split to the amazement of everyone including her husband. Justin was giving Frisbee lessons to the children and other hashers, some of whom are gender challenged. As Justin says “It is all in the wrist….”

The last day saw a small group come out to take part in the live run that was set by Boobs and Curtis. Before I go further I would like to take you back. A couple years ago the brother of a used to be regular hasher said that “Hashers are not bright…” and I agreed with him many people disagreed. The live run proved beyond the shadow of a doubt that he was right.

Fifteen minutes into the run the hashers  came upon an arrow and some writing in flour and a number of them came back to Johnstons thinking that it was “ON IN”. When the hares came back they informed us that they wrote “This Way” and put an arrow. Now, tell me people how could “This way”  be mistaken for ON IN. When you hear who the culprits are you would probably stop eating burgers, or listening to call in programs or conclude that the protective services cannot protect you.

The weekend also saw the christening of the Hash Repellant. This is a male hasher who went to Shades (THE night spot in the area) and managed to keep women away from the voracious bunch of male hashers. The gentleman’s repellant ability was stronger  than any of the charms of the male chick magnets that were out that night. Women just did not want to be where he was. And so it was that wherever he was in the night spot was devoid of women.

The weekend also saw a precedent being set and also showed that we care for our own. Andre (Beer man) looks forward to the Tobago weekend so that he could hash and then lime. The hashes in Trinidad do not permit this. And so it was that on the first run he was unable to finish and he was duly carried bodily for the last bit of the run. I am not sure if it was the last ten minutes or ten yards. Yes we do care and look after our own. The real clincher to this story is the reason he was unable to complete the run on his own. It is the first time that I have heard of this but suffice it to say that he “sprained his tongue”

The weekend ended prematurely as the departure times were spread and the exodus started from around mid morning. Another enjoyable weekend ended.

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Tantie Merle Hash Overview Tobago 2010

DATE:      Saturday 25th Sept. 2010         HARES:    Randal, Zam, Brian Dookie, Mark (Puddy)
VENUE:    Les Couteaux 

…..on Store Bay…….

Miss Jean:          Eh, eh, is you Merle?  Long time no see – what you doin’ in Tobago dahling?
Tantie Merle:     Jean, is you?  How yuh doin’ doo doo?  How de family ?  Yes, ah here for a few days wit dem crazy Hashers – yuh know how ah love dem too bad!
Miss Jean:         Yes, yuh does alwaz talk about dem when we does get togedder, but ah see yuh enjoying de water and takin’ a lil’ sea baht…
Tantie Merle:     Yes dahling, but ah fine de water kinda rough so ah not goin’ in de deep but ah enjoyin’ de sea baht …..
Miss Jean:         But what all yuh doin’ odderwise..?
Tantie Merle:     Well gyrl, lemme tell yuh about what happenin’ wit me and dem Hashers……

Fust, I was vex when ah had a 2 hour delay in  de airport coming here but once ah reach everyting was irie becuz de weather nice, sun shining an’ de Hashers merry  and jolly.   Ah did de fust run wid dem but ah went wit meh fast self and playin’ Miss Fit an’ stayin’ in front – so much so dat dem hashers was sayin’ tings like’ ""  oh gorm , since yuh becom ah granny like yuh get fitter!   an’  "but Tantie ah real impress wit you"   Well , meh dear, it last until dey had a "bad" hill –  every hill we come to ah ask if it is de bad hill becuz we was warned before about ah bad hill…. but eventually I meet up with de Bad hill and ah was going good until ah reach 3/4 and ah start to get giddy an’ meh heart start to beat fast fast and ah start to get nauseous and ah had to lie down …de Hashers behind me was concerned but one ah dem called Tosca decide dat he go put me on he back and haul me up de rest de mountain…Well  yuh know yuh gyrl will accept de offer becuz de fella not bad looking and he young and strong so ah jump on he back and we gorn up de hill until we reach de top which was real real nice wit plenty views and de people up dere say Bob Marley used to come up dere and compose he songs….
Dey had a beer stop dere but people just take and run …….but de walk back down to the starting site was real nice an ‘ scenic…

So anyways, de next day now  is anodder run – de wedder hot, hot and dey choose to run all around 10 – 11 o’clock would you believe dis ting Jean?!!!so de buses reach de site which  is Les Couteaux …
Miss Jean:      Yuh mean Lick -a – toe!  It pronounce Lick-a- toe!
Tantie Merle:  Ok – lick a- toe …….so we assemble at de site with de Hares an’ dem who tek orf de shirt to show we a t – shirt wit a dirty finger saying someting like 
‘UP – FINGER- TO DE FOCKERS"   – Well yuh gyul start to blush but ah shoulda expect dis kinda ah disrespect….. So we tek orf in de burning sun and head up de road
and it was nice running down de road but it was " where the bad hill"    because the back pack was warned about a steep hill/mountain that dey need to avoid and keep with PUDDY – we come to one hill – "is dis de bad hill?"   no…  then we come to a second hill ; "is dis de bad hill?’  ah ask….as ah see people running up pell mell and next ting dey running back dong becuz it have a "X" at the top .. and de one call Zam asking me what is a ‘BAD HILL"  – ah answer : "one like dat one!"

So we running up and down, through plenty river banks – dat was de Courland River – come out on some bush – den back down on de river – in and out -in and out –
an’ den the Back Pack get de signal to take a left turn becuz the right was ‘DE BAD HILL"  …So we follow instructions and end up by de BEER TRUCK which park up by a nice stream where de had  a lotta dem who decide not to run like Christine & Co. and imagine some big hard back so-called fit runners like a Mister who name Dave Blunders who have a red red face an’ a big big belly , an’ annodder Mister name "Numbnuts"  (where he get dat name from – ah doh know – but it suit him)…decide to WIMP OUT and even beat we Back Pack to the end of the run!
Ah say but what is dis?!  How dey wimp out so?  Dey give some lame excuse and becuz dey damage deyself more by dropping de Hash Master stuff in the stream and get it wet and make she real vex, dey get Poofter. Poofter is when yuh do shit and yuh get to put on a nasty Poofter jersey and get beer trow on you……

So de real true true runners who like a challenge come in after so ah ask a MIster with a red face name Lorin what happen in de back dey an’ he say dey went up ‘DE BAD HILL" and it was real steep so yuh could imagine how much beer dey drink to recover!  So time to go but dey had to give de Poofters like Dookie/Zam/Blunders/Numbnuts a good licking on dey knees..An’ everybody had a good long laugh…  Den we hop on de bus to go to PIgeon Point for de lime afterwards but ah have to tell yuh Jean dat same Mister name Blunders – you know he drop he pants, show his white white bottom and wust yet spread he cheeks fuh all ah we to see – YES!  and he willy small small to boot!
He is a real mad man oui!

So after dat shock is only songs in bus wit calypso and ting..we reach Pigeon Point – get under de hut dey reserve and now de real lime start – is plenty grog, food , and music….Now de music start and Hashers start to dance and prance – some ah dem went in water to bade but I decide to stay and dance.   Well who tell meh to do dat!
Next ting I  know I get drag in to do someting like a Soul Train.. Well yuh gyul decide to go wit de fun and ah wit meh fast self and de a split ….How ah get back up – me ent know but ah manage – ah had all dem Hashers amaze oui!   Next ting de same Mister Blunders decide he going to have a small heart attack and can’t  breathe because he drinking non stop  and brandy too booth !  But he cetch heself and last I hear he check early o’clock next morning and buss it back to Trinidad …

So anyways, time to go back and people packing up because de buses coming for 6:00 pm but guess what – NO BUSES – de buses buss it elsewhere and diss we!  So Hashers decide to walk back to de hotel and not waste time waiting but ah was lucky to hop a lift on a pickup an’ get a drop at de entrance where one ah de buses arrive for me and odders to get on to go back to de hotel…l- in time to get dressed and have meh dinner – but ah was so tired ah eat and buss it in meh bed.  But ah hear dem die hards lime until 3:00 am oui!  

So dat was how it was in a coconut shell meh dear Jean – yuh gyurl Merle had a great time as usual but let meh tell yuh someting – some ah dem Hashers does complain how de Tobago Hash boring and dey ent comin’ becuz it Boring –but as ah  say – dem same people looking fuh odder people to make dem happy !  an’ de reason dey find it boring is becuz DEY ARE BORING PEOPLE DEM SELVES!   But nevah mind dahling – de Hash will always live ON AND ON AND ON!..

Miss Jean:     Dat is good to know Merle dahling…..OH GOD MERLE!  DUCK!  DEY HAVE ONE BIG WAVE BEHIND YUH!

(When last seen Tantie Merle was having mouth to mouth resuscitation on Store Bay by a handsome lifeguard and there was a smile on her face when she revived…)   ON ON

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The POS Hash House Harriers mourns the passing of Gregory “Rudder” Solis on September 21, 2010 our sympathies go out to his family and friends.

Tribute to Gregory

Death, oh death, when will you come                                  
Your timing often too soon for some                                   
You have snatched our very Gregory, some call him “Rudder”    
A true hasher and friend he’ll be, always and forever

Gregory dear friend, you fought the fight, you ran the race
All this and more you did at your very own pace
Thank you for your friendship which seemed to have no end
Not just a fellow hasher but a true friend

No sorrow, no more suffering, no more pain
The rewards of your life are now yours to gain
It is sad that we will no longer see your face
Alas we know you are in a better place

Line Break - On-On Feet

DATE:       October 16, 2010
HARES:      Pradeep & the Big Dicks
RUN SITE: Somewhere in Central
TIME:      3.30 p.m.

Drive along the CR highway and make the turn on to south on the Uriah Butler Highway and drive till you meet the Couva overpass (the one that takes you to Point Lisas and Grand Couva). Turn left on the overpass as you are heading to Gran Couva. Couples minutes after turning left and passing the Preysal cricket ground, turn left onto the Freeport Mission Road that takes you to Preysal…….DO NOT CONTINUE ON THE GRAN COUVA ROAD. Drive a couple minutes along the Freeport Mission Road until you come to Powdarie Road on the right (next to Eliahie Supermarket). Drive along that road until you meet the site.


762 October 2, 2010 Ronald McDonald Maracas, St. Joseph
763 October 16, 2010 Predeep Grand Couva
764 October 30, 2010 The Bimbos: Halloween Run Chaguaramas
765 November 13, 2010 Big Pussies Trinidad….not Tobago
766 November 27, 2010 Brian Dookie/Victor Fort King George
767 December 11, 2010 Christmas Run
768 December 25, 2010 Amanda Seebalack & Her Possee 181 Windsor Road, Gooodwood Park
769 January 8, 2011 Golden Girls
770 January 22, 2011 Hadyn Als
771 February 5, 2011 Doon
772 February 19, 2011
773 March 5, 2011 Carnival Hash Calypso Competition
774 March 19, 2011
775 April 2, 2011 Beerly Audble Cumana
776 April 16, 2011 Mountain Goats
777 April 30, 2011
778 May 14, 2011 Lorin Paton/David Jamieson/Betty Agostini Reewat Memorial Run
779 May 28, 2011 Harper
780 June 11, 2011 The Three Wongs (David, Zachery, Zane)
781 June 25, 2011 Central Posse
782 July 9, 2011
783 July 23, 2011
784 August 6, 2011
785 August 20, 2011
August 22-26, 2010 Overseas: We Crusin – Carnival Victory Curacao, Aruba and Bonaire