Run No. 158 - 11th March 2006 - Report
Half the pack was hanging around Gecko Village, wondering where their colleagues were. Now, Gecko village is a nice place, but why they were there is a mystery. The other half of the pack was waiting for them at HQ Mtwapa, the correct venue.
This mess could not be blamed on the recalcitrant laptop of the GM, which has been infected by the “I’ll Do What I Want, You Idiot!” virus and sends spurious emails at random. It is commonly said that if you have half a mind to Hash, then that is enough. So, if half of our pack are half minds and the other half have whole minds, then collectively we have three-quarters of a mind. That’s not bad, is it?
So, when the quarter mind had joined the half mind at HQ, the result set off on a nice little trail around Mtwapa. The checks proved too much for the FRBs who kept charging off in the wrong direction, especially Horny Sunset and Coco But. They later complained that there were not enough marks.
Maybe the marks were obscured by the myriads of blue plastic bags that infest the area. When will Kenya wake up and join the many other countries that ban the use of plastic bags? In progressive Rwanda, for example, when you are at the check out in the boulangerie (supermarket, to you), you don’t automatically get a bag, you have to buy one, and it will be a paper mfuko. In Bangladesh, you can be arrested for walking along the street with a plastic bag! (True! It happened to me). These are simple measures that do not cost much to implement, (what about us plastic bag manufacturers, ay?).
Hon. Professor Wangari – HELP!
So, anyway, the trail eventually led through the creekside forest dogo, where, two members of the pack claim that they were visited by ghosts. Maybe the Great Hashman in the Sky was trying to communicate with them and pass a message, however, the lily livers soiled their britches and took off at great speed.
When told that there were spirits present the GM asked for a double. The missive from TGHITS was not delivered. It will now be necessary for the Grand Master and the Religious Adviser to conduct a midnight séance in the forest, accompanied by nubile handmaidens and a crate of Tusker. Will they make it out of there??
Find out after next weeks Special Run.