Hashtoberfest at Zierholz Brewery, Wednesday 22 October, 6.10pm

See you soon, Overheard!

: )

Almost time to jump on the beer scooter. Hope to see some lurkers out there. I’ll be the one minding the gear and quaffing down amoxcillyn…

You guys!

: )

I’m in the mood for wanting to be punished at the moment

Wow, not often opportunity like that comes knocking, and from a female too 🙂

Kramer said :

…another installment of Days of Our Riot…

Anyway, sounds like good fun – except for the running!

I’d make an appearance, but I already have another drinking event for Wed evening (not as nice as Zierholz beer).

It’s a bit like that, ain’t it?!

“Like porridge through a tea-strainer, so are the days of our lives…”

Walkers always encouraged and welcomed. More so lately, they can out-number the runners and joggers.

Me, I’m still suffering from the sight gag of leaping off the stage at the GetUp! gig or possibly my fat man’s parkour in Melbourne, Brisbane or Sydney — details — and am not quite up to running. Plus there’s the pesty chest infection to combat.

Speaking of which, if it looks like a duck, walks like a duck and sounds like a duck — it must be time to go see the quack!

Later.

Overheard said :

Granny said :

Oh, dear … I think I’d rather not know.

: )

Thanks for your kind words, guys. I’m in the mood for wanting to be punished at the moment, though, and nobody is punishing me which kind of sucks.

Even the one time I ever went to confession the priest was so nice to me.

Maybe I should go to confession. I wonder if I’m allowed.

A lapsed Catholic I may be, Granny, but that bit about ‘ye who is without sin cast the first stone’ sort of sticks.

Ha, sticks and stones! Jehovah, Jehovah, Jehovah!

and i am leaving it alone….

except, mum, can i have a bag of gravel?

Kramer, I will have you know I’ll be walking!

: )

Overheard, you’re wonderful. I’ll be ok.

…another installment of Days of Our Riot…

Anyway, sounds like good fun – except for the running!

I’d make an appearance, but I already have another drinking event for Wed evening (not as nice as Zierholz beer).

Granny said :

Oh, dear … I think I’d rather not know.

: )

Thanks for your kind words, guys. I’m in the mood for wanting to be punished at the moment, though, and nobody is punishing me which kind of sucks.

Even the one time I ever went to confession the priest was so nice to me.

Maybe I should go to confession. I wonder if I’m allowed.

A lapsed Catholic I may be, Granny, but that bit about ‘ye who is without sin cast the first stone’ sort of sticks.

Ha, sticks and stones! Jehovah, Jehovah, Jehovah!

Wow, 544 people rego’d already and it’s only October! That’s more than put in for Canberra in 2007 and they’re in Cairns, FFS! A long way away from most spots. (I offered to MC at this one, but they said they had a ground-announcer at the venue… ‘Now, give us your farnarkling money!’

Oh, Granny, I’m afraid there’s already a ‘Dame Edna’. Double-ups happen but they try to avoid them if they know about them. Mind you, there are hundreds of thousands of Hashers around the world, sooooooo………

Oh, dear … I think I’d rather not know.

: )

Thanks for your kind words, guys. I’m in the mood for wanting to be punished at the moment, though, and nobody is punishing me which kind of sucks.

Even the one time I ever went to confession the priest was so nice to me.

Maybe I should go to confession. I wonder if I’m allowed.

Granny said :

No, I told you a bit first over the cheesecake, and then Shannski a bit later when I met her. She was having a hard time believing me!

I really like your hash mates, but! Do hope I get to go on the run tomorrow. They are giving some thought to my hash name … *gulp*!!

: )

Oh dear, be very careful, Granny. They are superb people, and will do just about anything for anyone of the group in need — like seed the first nine to ten weeks of a fledgling club trivia night for a fellow Hasher!

But they also are like predatory um, predators and will strike with a Hash name at the first sign of weakness. When I got on board in 2004, I was still a full-blown vegetarian and I kept that piece of information well under wraps, even managed at the obligatory post-run sausage sizzles, until I’d been tagged and bagged as ‘FishAr$e’.

Hmmmm. Maybe ‘Herbi-goes-to-Monte-Vorous’ would have been preferable…

I promise an oath on my Hash shirts and RiotACT pin to not apprise them of any other details of your good self that may hasten them to a speedy naming. Which probably wouldn’t work anyway. They pretty much go off their own observations.

If you want to see who else in the wide weird world of Hashing has been labelled, check this out for the Nash Hash in Cairns next year: http://www.aussienashhash2009cairns.asn.au/registrations_files/rego_by_name.pdf

At least you can now laugh about it, Granny.

Crapola – hope you are ok Granny…

Maybe I will be ‘Friend of Fishar$e’ ….

*hehe*

No, I told you a bit first over the cheesecake, and then Shannski a bit later when I met her. She was having a hard time believing me!

I really like your hash mates, but! Do hope I get to go on the run tomorrow. They are giving some thought to my hash name … *gulp*!!

: )

?????????!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Yikes! I was listening to you, Granny, really I was, and I have been known to get way distracted when setting up for any sort of speaking/singing/trivia/MC/corporate gig, but that stuff about the car alarm and the wandering away and the getting semi-demi-arrested I definitely did not hear in any part! Were you telling my Hash mates about it, mayhaps?

Oh, yes! Sorry. Overheard already heard that story last night at the Tradies.

I called Gramps at 1am. I gave him two very unrelated pieces of bad news, one of which was that I’d had an accident. He said he was on his way. The horn was going like a burglar alarm and the car was hot and smokey. I’d driven it over to the side of the road. Then I walked across the road and lay with my face in the ground wishing it would swallow me, but it didn’t. When the horn stopped, I thought, that can’t be good. Then Gramps rang me and said come back, it will be ok. That’s when I got arrested.

Is this in some way related to your car needing repairs, Granny?

I am too deeply ashamed, Danman. I was a coward. But I think I was also in shock.

err what did you do to get not under arrest if I can ask Granny ?

Well the scary policeman said, “You’re under arrest,” and said that thing that they say in the movies. That was a bit surreal. I didn’t know they did that in Australia.

Then he sent me over to the other two and they were really gentle with me. I was under the limit, which was good. But nobody put any handcuffs on me or anything and carted me away, so I’m thinking like, “Am I arrested or not?” but they sent us on our way, so I wasn’t going to demand to be hauled off in the police car.

I was wondering whether maybe times were a bit tough, and surely the government could spring for a pair of handcuffs. When I told Shannski, she said I should have whipped out my own, but I was too embarrassed to admit that I’m not really that cool! *chuckle*

I still might have to go to court though. I will know in the next week or so.

Granny said :

Well, I’m still not sure if I’m arrested or not. As I said last night, you would think they would have used handcuffs.

????????!!!!!!!! Must have missed that bit!

Did I mention I don’t always hear real good?!!

Well, I’m still not sure if I’m arrested or not. As I said last night, you would think they would have used handcuffs.

Hmmmm. Considers a comment based on the fact that the words ‘Fyshwick’ and ‘creative young lass’ appear in the same sentence. Luckily I’m much too classy for that.

Hope to see you there. I’d offer a lift, but I’m going to either cab it or get a lift. I don’t believe it would be physically possible to go out there and just sit on water or lemon squash and the combination of ein bier und zum medicine vor stoppen coffen might rule me out of the driving thing.

If I can get there, I will be there Overheard. Fyshwick without a car could be interesting, but I’m quite a creative young lass when I set my mind to it.

“[ED – Lifestyle methinks]”

Damn, it was staring me there in the face.

Hash House Harriers: Lifestyles of the Paunch and Bilious.