Archive | June, 2013

Christmas in July in June

Hare: Tickhead
On On: their place, Swan View

The run started late, but it didn’t much matter as runners came home within about 15 minutes, having arsed everything up entirely. I went out to complete the trail, but had a bit of trouble on my own, so ended up following the walkers home after maybe having completed half the run once (and a few bits of the run several times over).

The circle was a rambling mess, even more than usual. I received the Sash of Shame and the Bucket of Shame(?) for simply existing. The humanity!!! All hope is now set towards us soon having a Sack of Shame, to complete the set.

Tickhead and Pickup Chick each received cups for their 50th run.

DINNER: well, yes, the whole point of the day was fundraising for Tickhead’s Oxfam walk, so we then sat down for our 3 three course meal. Pumpkin Soup and garlic bread for starters, meatballs and spag for mains (grilled cheese on top!) and a whole tableload of deserts to follow. I am pretty sure everyone was crapulent by the end.

And to summarise the other bits that remain in memory: smoky fire, naughty-bits statue, dog eating baby’s food (wobbly lip follows), unfinished joke, red fire truck … SKIMPY!

Until next time, ON ON,
El Keeno


Hare: Dripper
On On: The Goat Hill, Greenmount

Nice day. Steep hill. Fore-warned of brevity we began with gusto. My gusto dropped out shortly after beginning the ascent. We weaved up the hillside while walkers went a bit more directly. They ended up at the lookout, while we skirted around it and then came back down the lower side of the hill. All was fine and without calamity, arriving home just before the walkers.

We managed three or four circles, so it was clearly the most circled Hash run of the year. Awards went to Frodo (50 runs), Tumbletoes (25) and P Merah (100).

Hash Nosh was yummy enough that I had four bowls full (kids decided they would rather run and play than eat…so I helped them clean their bowls). Then my tummy was rather full.

On On
El Keeno

pinky VS the tick

Hare: GPS
On On: his place

I was flabbergasted (my gasts were TOTALLY flabbered) to receive TWO run reviews for last weeks run. I should miss runs more often.

One is from Pinkbits, the other from Tickhead, so I’ve decided to post them both, and let YOU the reader decided which one should take home the title of Celebrity Scribe for a Day!

Contender One: PINKBITS

It was very dark and ominous as everyone ( 12 peeps in all ) arrived at GPS s house in Canning Vale. It got darker and as the heavens opened up we wandered around the carport. It was flooding fast too and as splash hadn’t arrived by 4.10 we thought best to wait. Someone put a few W s and R s in the carport and also an O as in check..seemed like a good place to check. As splash arrived, we toyed with just having a BBQ but then it went just drizzly for a minute so we set off. ON ON and the heavens opened up again. Only a few walkers started off ie. 2 Leapfrog and Pink Bits but runners all dashed about getting SOAKED to the skin. Other walkers eventually set of after it stopped raining.
In all honesty, this could have been a washout but we all made it and as dedicated and stalwart Hashers we congratulated ourselves in the circle. Dripper as stand in Monk fined a few people for minor misdemenors but we just wanted to eat… BBQ proceeded and everyone had a good time. One very noteworthy comment of the run was …” We need to have parents ” This was a reference to the Tickhead family being prepared and bringing DRY spare clothes  !!!

Cheers and edit to hearts content  The words  SOAKING WET & DERENCHED should feature often.

The judge’s take: well, it started off bad, became awful, and ended atrociously. I like the bit about the unicorn…at least I WOULD IF IT HAD ONE. So next time, more unicorns please. 

INTERLUDE: Here, visually imagine a card girl entering our virtual ring, parading around as she displays a large, crudely drawn “Round 2” sign. Said card girl should have a limp, and a wooden thumb. Perhaps an endearing speech impediment, or a lisp. She should comedically become entangled in the ropes as she departs the ring, and she should run from the room in tears, only to be smothered in hugs by a tribe of midgets that raised her in the wild. In the end, she feels excited for facing her fears of being a Card Girl. She’s done it, and there’s no holding her back now. She raises her wooden thumb to the room and says “I’m gonna be all right.”

Contender Two: TICKHEAD

It rained, and it rained and it rained and it …. stopped!

After setting the trail on Friday and having to remark it again on Saturday and then today, GPS was looking forward to showing off the beauty of his neighbourhood. We gathered under his pergola as the rains came belting in and the flood waters steadily rose. You couldn’t see more than a meter into the rain but we knew if it kept coming we would have to call the SES flood boat to get us out! The rain finally became a steady drizzle and the circle was called and then the runners set off. The walkers slowly contemplated their wet surrounds while donning drizabones, umbrellas and any other item that might keep them dry. Not to be out done by the runners we edged our way into the drizzle and slowly swam down the road. Not sure what happened then but we somehow splinted off into two groups and it became wetter and wetter and then the trail was gone (I think it was a couple of foot under water). We found our way back by following the smell from the bakery (best smelling run yet!!!) and found wet runners and soaked walkers either changing cloths or drying off and then …..  the rain stopped! Bloody typical.

Congratulations to Piping Hot on her 50th run (received a plate and foot) and thanks too Leapfrog for the lovely Rocky Road.

Until next time, On On!

The judge’s take: well, a solid start for including a title. I’m scanning the text rather rapidly while I drink this beer, and I can’t see any insults directed at my person. However, I do note the mention of me missing out on Rocky Road, so for that depressing piece of information I have to subtract all marks gained so far..

So, I’m going to have to call it a tie, and leave it to the two wannabe-scribes to duke it out next week in the circle of death.

On On,
El Keeno

Oxfam 100km walk

I’ve taken the liberty of pasting some info from Tickhead about the walk just below:


Have a look at the website and as we are trying to fundraise money for the event, if you know others who may be interested in making a donation, please lead them to our webpage below.

I am on the team called ‘Firewalkers’, team No. 48.

Your support is appreciated.

On On………

Mark (aka Tickhead)

I’m walking 100km, with three of my mate on one of Australia’s roughest endurance event courses, punctuated by only a brief stop every 10-15km to tend the blisters, grab a muesli bar and top-up the drink bottle. It’s called Oxfam Trailwalker.

 Please help us, the Firewalkers, raise lots of money by making a secure, tax-deductible online donation with your credit card right now:





running through snow

Hare: el Keeno
On On: Wandeara Crescent. Mundaring

Well, I was Hare for the day, and I started runners off for a bit of a loop around the hem of Mundaring. Hitting the bridle path, we rejoined the walkers and started into the Weir-side bush. Here, we passes the most spectacular and death-defying treehouse in living memory (so high, I’d passed it numerous times and never thought to crane my head back so far to see it). We reached Mdg Weir Rd and followed that for a bit before breaking left across bush (walkers continued straight for a bit, before looping around to meet us) and heading up Darkan Rd towards Home. Here, trails diverged, as some runners got the whiff of Home and headed for it (it was getting  a bit long by then, so  they were probably the clever ones) and the rest of us dug back into the bush towards the Sawyers Valley side, and then up to the Mundaring Trade Centre, around it and home.

But, yes, it was cold, and at times I felt like I was running through snow, or sleet or something colder than we have here. (and which I can only imagine, as I haven’t experienced it, but can guess as being plausible)

Ah…goodies were few. A surrender flag? And a large mushroom, which I got in trouble for forgetting to show my step-sister. (I didn’t eat it.)
I was given a down-down for failing to impress with my run. But I blame the French.
Also, welcome to new runner, Chris!

On On,
El Keeno