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Arse Cutter
Bad News
Cant Stop
Sir Eve
Eveready
Growler
In the Raw
Rigor Mortis
Sonar
Rigor Mortis
Steptoe
UP AND CUMMING 10-12 October | H5 Oktoberfest @ Tamar Valley Resort, Grindelwald (details to come) 8-10 May 2026 | Interhash 2026, Yogyakarta, Indonesia
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Did you know? Bastille Day is the common name given in English-speaking countries to the national day of France, which is celebrated on 14 July each year. It is referred to, both legally and commonly, as le 14 juillet in French, though la fête nationale is also used in the press. The holiday marks the 1789 storming of the Bastille prison, a pivotal moment in the French Revolution.
Back at the New Sydney Hotel after just 5 weeks. As I came in the door, In the Raw was at the bar, perched in front of the fire, the cozy spot. Suggested I have a Bruny Island Oxymoron. Nice schooner to start the night on. We had the whole upstairs this time, which allowed us to spread out. With 10 minutes to kick off time, the waitress came around to take orders. This really wasn’t enough time as In the Raw kept counting down the minutes to the run start.
Bad News stepped up and gave everyone a “Wee French Flag”. What did you know, It was the National French Day. Pity he hadn’t advertised it as a theme earlier. Not to be outdone, we were in Teams and the Team Leader had a Bigger Flag. So after nearly everyone had order and paid, we were sent off.
Down Criterion Street and a loop around the CBD (Liverpool, Murray, Collins & Argyle Streets) and back along Liverpool St to a Check outside Chez Moi. A French Shop that stayed open till 7pm for us, a photo opportunity and a chocolate truffle.
Chez Moi
Back along Liverpool St to Campbell St and looping back into Argyle St to another check outside Little Missy Patisserie. There is a theme here and a little difficulty in finding the trail. The chalk arrows are fine, but the minute dribble-dropper arrows that occasionally point in the correct direction did get a little hard to spot.
Governor Honkers Again!!
Up into North Hobart precinct, avoiding the Renault car dealership and we found the place for getting French Lessons, presumably in kissing.
Over to Harrington Street for the walkers and an eventual on Home. A well themed run which could have been advertised a little better had we known. Not wanting to Baguette the Hare or anything here.
How Many Hands?
A good lip session entailed. I unfortunately had to drive home tonight unfortunately, because I had a taste if another of the drinks that In the Raw had. It was a very delicious “Wee Heavy Scotch Ale” from a local brewery that was 11.8%. Almost worth going back to the pub with a driver to get home for one of these. Anyways.
On! On! Sir Eve
SKOLS – Organ Grinder
The Hare: Bad News. nominated for worst run of the year (a bit harsh) Need a bigger dribble dropper.
Country Members: Dini, Prawn Star, Eveready, Lone Arranger
Badges: Bad News: 175 Runs – are you on?
Recognition Skoll for Beep, Anniversary of Sonars Sons’ passing.
Top Dek: ordered a Janz earlier, was mistakenly handed a Pint of Guinness, so left with the more expensive one.
Highness Eager: failed door operator, couldn’t get the door to work, thought she was too short to activate the sensor
In the Raw & Sonar: Photography award, in Chez Moi stop. Sign said “No photographs or recordings”
Skolls from the floor:
Eveready & Big Mac: Eveready has had the horn stolen for 6 weeks, Big Mac still has the 2nd horn
Wee Willie Winkie: earlier In the Raw was having a drink at the Bar, W3 said he was hot
1/4 Pounder: I don’t know where the trail goes from here, standing on the mark.
Comfortably Dumb, Grass Roots, Steptoe: No Hash Gear
Organ Grinder: Something about the waitress and his arse.
Sir Eve, Steve, H’eave: apparently a new name Evie!
Two young boys, both from well-to-do families, were talking.
1st Boy: “Our new French maid is a robot.”
2nd Boy: “A Robot? Maids aren’t robots.”
1st Boy: “But ours is… I overheard my dad telling one of his golf buddies that he screws her ass off every Saturday!!”
A female TV reporter went to have an interview with a French farmer, seeking to find out the main cause of Mad Cow Disease.
The Lady: “Good evening, sir, we are here to collect information about the causes of Mad Cow Disease. Do you have any idea what might be the reason?”
The Farmer stared at the reporter and said: “Do you know that ze bull fucks ze cow once a year?”
The Lady (getting embarrassed): “Well, sir, that’s a new piece of information, but what’s the relation between this phenomenon and Mad Cow disease?”
The Farmer: “Well, Madam, do you know that we milk the cow four times a day?”
The Lady: “Sir, this is really valuable information, but what about getting to the point?”
The Farmer: “I am getting to the point, Madam. Just imagine, if I was playing with your tits four times a day and fucking you once a year, wouldn’t YOU get mad?”
The train was crowded and the U.S. Marine walked the entire length looking for a seat, but the only seat left was taken by a well-dressed middle-aged French woman’s poodle. The war-weary Marine asked, “Ma’am, may I have that seat?” The French woman just sniffed and said to no one in particular, “Americans are so rude. My little Fifi is using that seat.” The Marine walked the entire train again, but the only seat left was under that dog. “Please, ma’am. May I sit down? I’m very tired.” She snorted, “Not only are you Americans rude, you are also arrogant.” This time the Marine didn’t say a word, he just picked up the little dog, tossed it out the train window, and sat down. The woman shrieked, “Someone must defend my honor! Put this American in his place.” An English gentleman sitting nearby spoke up, “Sir, you Americans often seem to have a penchant for doing the wrong thing. You hold the fork in the wrong hand. You drive your cars on the wrong side of the road. And now, sir, you’ve thrown the wrong bitch out the window.”
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