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Arse Cutter
Bad News
Can’t Stop
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Eveready
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Growler
In the Raw
Incumming*
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Next Week
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UP AND CUMMING 10-12 October | H5 Oktoberfest @ Tamar Valley Resort, Grindelwald (details below) 8-10 May 2026 | Interhash 2026, Yogyakarta, Indonesia
RUN 2353 REPORT
Did you know? The Duke of Wellington, at the corner of Macquarie and Barrack streets, celebrated its centenary 2016. As far back as 1835, before Hobart had begun to feel its growing pains, there were 89 licensed houses. Today (2016) there are 64. Even less now. The pub has been called The Duke of Wellington/The Iron Duke/The Duke.
So as I knew there was good Tassie Beers on tap I arrived early to grab a Pint of the Blood Orange Stout and head towards to fire. There was already carnage happening here with Just Kidding and Lord Limp already ensconced in the prime comfy chairs, much to the disappointment of In the Raw. “Shortly” after Cracker arrived and also tried to muscle her way in to this prime location, then Grizzly snuck into the seat and Prickit snavelled the other.
A few of the Hashers ordered the Hash Plate (Sausage Roll, Antipasto Skewer, 3 Prawns, Garlic Bread) which was not too bad. Anyway, the Hare summonsed us for the briefing. Hinted something about the Spirit of the Trail and we were off out the door.
The Steady StanceYes Please back and causing troubleHash Virgins, Colin & Connor
Trail was proving a little difficult to keep of and the arrows had become a bit faint, but we went past the Repat Hospital and into Battery Point and along Hampden Rd. This was a bit of torture going past the Italian Restaurant, followed by the Indian. Both had lovely smells wafting out of their door.
New Shoes
Down Finlay St to the Shore and the Moon was full and rising above the Eastern Shore. A lot of photos were taken of the moon tonight. Around the CSIRO and then basically all around the Docks to virtually under the Spirit of Tasmania IV. More Photos.
Into Evans St and past the Big Red Shed and the Hobart Brewery Co which was still open and trading. Then up towards the Cenotaph.
Across the Bridge of Remembrance, through the Rose Gardens and then over the Rose Garden Bridge. Down Campbell St, past the Hospital, then back up Collins St to the laneway next to Mr. Good Guy, then home.
That’s the Spirit
Back at the venue, more excellent beers were had and eventually all the meals arrived (it is a small kitchen). It was then onto the Lip session and home.
Don’t forget, next weeks run is a PINK theme and it is also Thrillseeker’s 1000th Run. It is Full Moon’s AGPU this Sunday at the 2 Metre Tall Brewery. Also in a few weeks it is the Gnome Memorial Run, so have a look around the shops for a Gnome to leave on trail.
On! On! Sir Eve
75 & 125 runs16 Weeks!
SKOLS – Organ Grinder & Stunned Mullet
The Hare: Next Week. not enough hills, lovely Moon, good Spirits.
Country Members: Sonar, Incumming (Yes Please had left)
Milestones – Organ Grinder – 75 Runs Prawn Star – 125 Runs
Hash Virgins – Colin & Connor
Stunned Mullet– coaching the virgins earlier about the Down Downs (Didn’t mention the pants down to the ankles – Thrillseeker)
Can’t Stop – at the Kingston Park Run, determined expression of face.
Eveready – Lost/stolen Horn returned – only taken 16 weeks
Organ Grinder – New Shoes
Next Week – presented FRB shirt
Can’t Stop – Dickhead Helmet (if he hasn’t/he will do something stupid)
Skolls from the floor:
Governor Honkers– was helping Lone Arranger shop for a hair dryer
Jane (chef) and Manager of the Bar – good food and drinks again
Special Note: Thrillseekers Big Run next week – 1000!
Cost The Oktoberfest fee is $90 and covers Saturday lunch and dinner, p!ss stop (including Sir Eve’s Bavarian beverages), gluhwein competition entry and tasting (assuming that the judges don’t drink it all), lucky door prize and a commemorative embroidered badge.
Registration Make your payment to the H5 Hash Cashiers – Grassroots and Gingernuts – by 26 September. If you can’t get to a H5 trail to make payment, you can use a direct credit payment to the H5 account (ask for bank account details). If making a direct credit, make sure to include your Hash name (or something we can pin down to you) in the details and send an email to this address to confirm.
Accommodation Book your own accommodation with the Resort on (03) 6330 0400, and quote booking 505253. Accommodation includes breakfast and use of the facilities (pool, spa and sauna). There are plenty of options for sharing cabins.
As is customary, Hashers are invited to break out their dirndl or lederhosen for the Saturday dinner.
Details of the gluhwein competition will follow, once we find three corrupt judges with palettes like that of a meth addict.
Questions? See JM ContessaCoupla Weeks for answers, but you need to be able to understand Canadian. CW also has more details of the cabins, should you want to know which option would suit best.
A wealthy couple (DNR & Viagra) prepared to go out for the evening. DNR gave their butler, Jervis, the night off. DNR said they would return home very late, and she hoped he would enjoy his evening. DNR wasn’t having a good time at the party, so she came home early, alone. Viagra stayed there, socializing with important clients. As DNR walked into her house, she found Jervis by himself in the dining room. She called him to follow her, and led him into the master bedroom.
DNR turned to him and said, in a voice she knew he must obey, “Jervis, I want you to take off my dress.”
This he did, hanging it carefully over a chair.
“Jervis,” DNR continued, “now take off my stockings and garter belt.”
Again, Jervis silently obeyed.
“Now, Jervis, I want you to remove my bra and panties.”
Eyes downcast, Jervis obeyed. Both were breathing heavily, the tension mounting between them.
DNR looked sternly at him and said, “Jervis, if I ever catch you wearing my stuff again, you’re fired!”
An officer shouted orders to a nearby soldier. With considerable bravery, the GI ran directly onto the field of battle, into the line of fire, to retrieve a dispatch case from a dead soldier. In a hail of bullets, he dived back to safety.
“Private,” the officer said, “I’m recommending you for a medal. You risked your life to save the locations of our secret warehouses.”
“Warehouses!?” the private shouted. “I thought you said whorehouses!”
In a second grade class, a little girl asks, “Teacher, can my mommy get pregnant?” “How old is your mother, dear?” asks the teacher. “Forty,” she replies. “Yes, dear, your mother could get pregnant.” The little girl then asks, “Can my big sister get pregnant?” “Well, dear, how old is your sister?” The little girl answers, “Nineteen.” “Oh yes, dear, your sister certainly could get pregnant.” The little girl then asks, “Can I get pregnant?” “How old are you, dear?” The little girl answers, “I’m seven years old.” “No, dear, you can’t get pregnant.” Then, the little boy behind the little girl pokes her and says, “See, I told you we had nothing to worry about.”
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