And as we continue to live in hope, it was very good to catch up at our second virtual on, on and hear the news. The best of these was that Superhacker expects to be out of Rehab next Saturday! Woo-hoo! Other news is that Tatty and Squelch are expecting an addition to the family in November - congratulations to them! Lax has suffered a biking misadventure, but I think the bike is OK. And the rest of us appear to be keeping fit and healthy - so let's keep on injecting and ingesting those disinfectants, folks!
Once again we failed to get a full headcount of those on the screen, but the number would have been in the twenties. Topless looked in (but couldn't stay) so a few of the early arrivals had a chance to speak with her for the first time in a while. She said that everything is going well for her and her mum in Germany. Floater and Scratchit apologised for not making it in from the garden in time, and emailed this picture as evidence:
Many hashers had celebrated the dawn on ANZAC Day within their own confines. Trudi Fruti had treated the neighbours to "The Last Post" and "Reveille" played on her french horn:
A number had lit candles:
And Jamesbondage and Redbreast were among those for whom a much bigger conflagration was necessary - here's their bonfire:
We're still getting out and about. Shaggy and Cadbury on their hash walk at Wahminda Park "accidentally" came across Tatty, Squelch, and two and a half sprogs:
Thanks to all who came prepared to contribute a recitation to our virtual limerick fest - and congratulations to those who presented original compositions! It should be noted that (rather as Helen of Troy inspired many poets, from Homer to W.B.Yeats) Le W*nk inspired no less than three hash bards. There's something about him....
Here's a selection of the limericks we heard - or, more precisely, a selection of the limericks that were emailed after we heard them.
From Redbreast, a highly appropriate one for these times:
The limerick is furtive and mean
You must keep her in close quarantine
Or she sneaks to the slums
And promptly becomes
Disorderly, drunk and obscene.
And another with an unexpected twist:
There was an old man from the Isles
Who suffered quite badly from piles
Of little black ants
Devouring his plants
And clambering all over his tiles.
Superhacker recited one that she'd learnt at her father's knee:
Sir Lionel De Ponsonby, Bart
Went out disguised as a fart
He painted his face
Like a more private place
And his voice gave the duchess a start.
We also heard a number of well-known examples, including the "young man from Kent" and "the depths of the crypt at St. Giles". But Leave Pass, a self-described "cunning linguist" (try saying it out loud) distinguished himself by composing all the following originals:
There once was a Kiwi from Mitchie
Whose tool got exceedingly twitchy
So he tied it in a knot
Which didn't help a jot
And now its both itchy and twitchy.
There once was a lady from Mt Glorious
Who when riled could get rather furious
Some guy called her bluff
So she grabbed him by the scruff
And the result it was very injurious.
There once was a couple from Draper
Who ran out of toilet paper
They went to the store
But it had no more
So they ended up using a scraper.
There was a lady from St Lucia
In her garden she tried to grow fuschia
When they started to wither
She got into a dither
Packed up and moved up to Noosa.
There once was a hasher called Martin
Had a talent for musical farting
In front of the Press
He dropped a huge mess
Then said " No, please don't go. I'm just starting!"
As Vera Lynn sang, we'll meet again. Unlike her, we know where - on Zoom. And we know when - at 5:15 pm on Sunday 3rd of May. Till then - stay safe, keep running, keep walking, keep drinking!
On, on!
