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Scribe Sheet Run 1740
RUN NO.1740 - 4 MARCH 2002
HARES: TARZAN (Invisible) and JUNGLE
FUCKER
POINT TO POINT, CIBUBUR SCOUT CAMP TO CIBUBUR SCOUT CAMP
Regulars: 35 New Members: 3 Visitor: 1 (Corporal Punishment) Total: 39, of whom at least 50 passed
Vatican Rag.
THE RUN
A cleverly laid run. If you did not know where it was going to finish it could
have been one of several sites. Odds-on favourite was Sate Bangdul. Late in the
run it looked as if it would be Rafflesia, but no, we ended up back in the
scout camp above the lake.
Early in the run we came to a
checkaround where Elephant Man guessed where the paper would go but suggested
to everyone else it went a different way. Like lemmings they went the wrong way
leaving EM up front, for a while anyway. Such leadership qualities have not
gone unnoticed. EM is now a serious contender for the much-coveted position of
Hare on the annual Welsh run next year. But more about that later.
THE CIRCLE
The first hour was taken up as usual by announcements. Most notable among
these:
Mismanagement Meeting at Para Para on Tuesday 12 March (6.30pm).
Main item for discussion: How a
Rp30 million cash surplus has been turned into a Rp50 million deficit due to
over-ordering of sausages on the special Sunday run at Magic Dragon’s place.
Possible special run in North
Sumatra at end of March (Easter Weekend). If interested contact MGM.
Yearbook contributions:
Yes, it’s that time again to put together our current year’s top publication. I
know, it seems like just yesterday when the last one came out.
Anyway, to ensure the yearbook is
self-supporting we would appreciate that all those who are able to do so
provide some form of sponsorship in the form of an advertisement. If you don’t
have a company or employer who can fork out (just Rp1.5 million for a whole
page) then a minor sponsorship in the form of the printing of your business
card is possible for only Rp250,000.
For the above please contact
Magic Dragon, who wishes to make amends for last year’s delayed yearbook by
making this year’s the biggest money-spinner ever. We also have to cover the
cost of all those sausages.
Just bear in mind the advantages
of appearing in this publication. Many hashers’ careers have changed dramatically
as a result of their advertising in the yearbook.
Now while it would be nice from
Hash Cash’s point of view to have a yearbook consisting entirely of
advertisements, from a reader’s point of view there should also be some other
contents. Therefore we will appreciate if each member would contribute
something to the book, such as an article, jokes, tasteful pictures etc., etc.
Please hand such items to me
(Col.B.) at the start of the run. March is our deadline (as it was last year).
This is completely voluntary and
I don’t want to put any pressure on you, but the RA will be advised the names
of non-contributors.
Run discussion: Generally agreed (apart from contrarian
Angie) that it was a very good run, laid single-handed on the day by Jungle
Fucker, although assisted the previous day by Tarzan. Thank guys for stepping
in at short notice.
Some good singing participation
led by Magic Dragon, who created a new award for the best verse of the night.
This went to Pretty Boy for his:
‘Knock knock! Who’s there? Putri!
Putri who?
Put tree fingers in and have
another gang bang….’
For non-linguists, tree is Irish
for three. As in the following example:
‘Hey, Paddy, there’s an advert
here for tree fellers’.
‘You’re wasting your time;
there’s only two of us’.
On the subject of jokes, it was
good to see Inspector Gadget back in his best joke-telling form. This inspired
others to join in to the point where Witless, totally frustrated by not having
a joke to tell, complained this was supposed to be a singing hash and
immediately launched into the Indonesian version of Guantanamera, namely
Kuntadamerah. Definitely a period piece.
RA Elephant Man dragged in all
the ex-RA’s and asked them to relate their most memorable moments. He then
called in all those who had contacted him privately during the week to say how
much they had enjoyed the previous week’s annual Welsh run. I gather one of the
nicest letters was from Vatican Rag who wanted to thank the hares profusely for
not telling him where the point-to-point run finished, resulting in no-one
passing him, his being out on the trail for an hour and three quarters, and
getting into trouble with the missus for breaching his curfew.
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