And the answer came from Eweshggr and Charcoal. The late Pete "Fu" Goff and other founders of the "Samford Hash Haus Harriers" had come from New Guinea where they'd run with the Port Moresby Hash. "Haus" is pidgin - deriving from the time when Germany administered parts of New Guinea. Interesting! And another interesting bit of trivia is that since the Port Moresby Hash was founded by members of the world's original Hash Kennel, there's a close and direct line of descent from the original Hash House to the Samford Hash Haus Harriers! (I had this bit of information from Skidmark.)
These are the sorts of historical musings that tend to come up as we prepare for our 1000th run....
Anyway, this last Sunday saw about 20 of us defying the rain on Yurass and Bigtop's run from the village. The said rain had decimated the chalk and flour (if there'd ever actually been any) but Hardcore pointed the way for the runners and Bigtop for the walkers. A sumptuous feast followed - thanks to the hares!
And since it's the week before Christmas, here are a few cracks to supplement the ones you'll get from your crackers:
Q: What did the shy pebble say?
A: I wish I were a little boulder.
Q: What's another name for Santa's little helpers?
A: Subordinate clauses.
Q: What do you get if you eat Christmas decorations?
A: Tinsilitis.
Q: Who was the woman who fell off a cliff after the Christmas party?
A: Eileen Dover.
Q: Why do anarchists only drink herbal tea?
A: Because all property is theft.
Q: Why can't you go fishing with a bearded man?
A: Because you really need a fishing rod.
The four stages of life for males:
1. You believe in Santa Claus
2. You don't believe in Santa Claus
3. You become Santa Claus
4. You look like Santa Claus.
Q: What's brown and sticky?
A: A stick.
Q: What's orange and sounds like a parrot?
A: A carrot.
Rudolph the Red (the Communist leader) is looking out of his window one Christmas day. He turns to his wife and says "Look! It's raining."
"I don't think so, dear," she says. "I thnk it's actually snowing."
"Well" he replies, slightly annoyed (he's not used to being contradicted) "let's step outside and find out, shall we?"
They go out and find that it is in fact raining. So Rudolph turns to his wife and says, "I knew it was raining. Rudolph the Red knows rain, dear."
Next run details
When: Sunday 27th December, 5 pm
Where: John Scott Park, the village (again!)
Hares: Culture and Haughty
On, on!
