At JH3 This Week:

Run 1573. 22nd March at Cibubur Scout Camp. March Hares: Colonel Blood, Anguish, Konkorde.

Stats: : Members 34, plus 6 visitors/new members = Total 40.

LETS NOT SPLIT HARES

This was a run in the wrong place at the wrong time. It was planned as an April Fool's preparation, but switched dates with the belated Paddy's who couldn't find Ireland on the map. And somewhere it must be the first day of spring, which normally leads to mad hares. Anguish confided to almost anyone who'd listen and several that didn't what a brilliant concept they had for this run, and how it was bound to be run of the millennium. Of course, he'd not reckoned for the Konkorde factor, Hashers, or the weather. The run, which was a live hare run, consisted of interlinking loops, like a crazy Olympic complete with corruption, such that wherever anyone shortcut, they'd find paper. There were no arrows, and checks had a small gap of paper either side, so they be approached from any direction. It was obviously laid by hares splitting onto different sides of each loop, and exiting to safety at the far end of the run, whither they made their way back. The hares envisaged this wonderful spectacle of hashers rushing around in all directions, tripping over one another, and generally disappearing up each other's arseholes. What vision! The reality was that on Monday no-one calls, and hashers ignored other groups going other places, except for Tarzan, who never calls except this week, when he rallied the pack to him and we continued on a united front. Well, at least till it was time to head in. One look at the sky reinforced the idea of getting back by the fastest way possible - back up the in trail. So what if the cars had moved. And many made it back to the leeky umbrella so they could get wet there instead of in the wilds of Cibubur. The ultimate verdict was inevitable. SHIT OF A RUN.

ALIAS JOE AND WILLY

Sheepskin gathered the timely returners in a circle and implored the RA to stop the rain which seemed of cyclonic dimensions around 6.00pm and threatened to blow away the umbrella. The RA declined the privilege of an icy throne and blamed the hares, who had yet to return. "They were," he fondly imagined, "gathering in lost hashers." The sodden hares eventually came to claim their very own ice blocks around 6.45. As the rain stopped, our two youthful front runners Joe & Willy were ushered into the circle by their great grandson, "Roadie," and showed proper respect for holy liquid. The run discussion was held quickly, since Lavender, known as B-1-o when wearing hash gear, had to rush off to the airport to interview a new batch of secretaries. He muttered something about premature haring (with reference to 1st April), and sought Ad work for his yearbook. The concept of Ad working is almost as unlikely as Holy Joop doing anything constructive. Clearly most hashers enthused greatly over the hares efforts and thought it a well deserved SHIT OF A RUN. They stayed on ice.

BRING BACK MY DEAD WHORE TOOMEY

B-1-o was awarded his 400 run mug, fortunately without a song, and he pissed off. However Crusty, the MM, got his 50 run shirt and started off a brilliant evening's singing. How nice to have a singing hash again. Even more, how nice to get some new songs on JH3, even if they were nicked from Balikpappen.

"We're the boys from JH3, the hashers of the night. We're the drunken bastards, who'd rather fuck than fight.
We fuck the girls from Bali and Yogyakarta too, We're the boys from JH3, who the fuck are you?"

The circle joined in with gusto, and later we got another new one:

"I passed a dead whore by the roadside, I knew right away she was dead.
For the skin on her stomach was flaking, And she hadn't a hair on her head.
Bring back, bring back, Oh bring back my dead whore to me, to me....."

WHAT'S GOING WRONG

Tarzan claimed there's nothing much going wrong, or was it going on, in Indonesia, denied rumours of ethnic clashes on Batavia hash, and informed the RA there are no untermenchen here, apart from the odd, or very odd, German. Konkorde has no such complacency, and a coco song from Konkorde records gave us titbits like:

"And I say, Ooh! Aah! Wait! No! Ooh! Aah! Ouch! Oh! What's going wrong?"

Anguish too has the Tarzan disease and gave us either a song, or a joke, or an announcement, don't know/remember which, about the Oval office.

VINDALOO DOES NICELY, VELLY VELLY NICELY

It's not often than Colonel Blood sings an original song, and he didn't disappoint us tonight. However, he'd found a good one, though not from Balikpappan. I'll stick it on the JH3 web site and see who complains and claims ownership apart from any dead Queen's (tune = Bohemian Rhapsody). Here's just a flavour:

" Too late, my dinner's gone. Sends shivers up my spine, Rectum aching all the time.
Goodbye every bhaji, I've got to go. Gotta leave you all behind and use the loo. Naan-aa, ooh ooh......"

KK followed this by singing another menu in Japanese. And then, before the hymn, had anyone seen or heard from Froggy this evening? What a wonderful little child. So he told us of his reindeer.

SATE BANGDUL AGAIN.

And why not, it's a great hash restaurant, good food, good value, all the hares turned up for once, together with quite a few hashers. ON_ON.

WW 25/3/99

Pre Imminent Events :

Volcano Run : Weekend at Garut from 9-11 April. Just about fully booked. Contact Herb or Herb

Not such fun run : Charity Fun Run, Saturday 17th April, Lippo Karawaci, 3.00 pm. Help save Riady from bankruptcy.
Nijmeegse Vierdaagse: No volcanoes, not even a hill, join Holy Joop for a stroll around a Cloggy village. 17 July in Nijmegen, Netherlands. Speak to Joop for details of how to defray his expenses.

Pan Indo 1999: Malang. Only 3 registered from Jakarta, showing level of enthusiasm for massed events.

Pan Indo 2000: It could be in Jakarta. Do YOU want it? Lobby your committee if you don't want it here.