And so it was.
The combination of the Monday of a long weekend, the venue having the words "Point hut" in it and the night being in JUNE would usually
be an excuse for those of the weaker constitution to not turn up for a Capital hash run. However, the promise of a run set by a hare with
very short legs, and a new fire bucket brought out 20 hardy souls. The runners set off and did a turn around the Gordon hills and a
circumnavigation of Point Hut Pond. GERBILS did his usual insufficient calling routine, POOSHOOTER did his usual not calling routine
and it goes without saying that FLUID MOVEMENT ..........
The elite walkers also had to negotiate a series of nasty sharp Mt Everest style climbs to stay on trail and were rewarded by getting to
the drink stop first and almost achieved a complete rout of the weekly chip allocation were it not for MEAT TO PLEEZE YOU who
somehow shnuck into the drink stop first.
Not a good start to the circle when CRASH and BURN was caught on the phone AND bleating his ring out about the run, the scarcity of
chips and life in general.    
The usual returnees were gathered in the circle. mainly made up of those who have missed a week of hash, but a special mention goes
out to CENTREFOLD who has returned after 8 months of gender reassignedment surgery and recovery. 
There was a special rendition of the TUN song. GREASE NIPPLE was charged for sporadic hornage and fogged up car windows.
DRUNKEN TIGER was charged for contracting out the trail marking. SCARLETT was charged for accidently blundering his way to the
hash tonight. The hash wait staff were roundly condemned for allowing the TUN to chill. (Hanging offence in Peru)
There was the usual flurry of post Wallaby sulking and gloating. CENTREFOLD and COUNT HER FEET were wearing the same trousers.
DDHD was charged for not having his thermostat reset in Bali.
The Big Prick was awarded to CENTREFOLD because he is a C#nt (well, now he is) and needs a matching prick.
Anniversaries: CRYING DICK has been seen to leave 100 times, FRISKIES 200, CENTREFOLD 398
The cold June night was offset by four things: Good company, a glowing fire bucket and the second best Laksa this correspondent has
tasted this year (Worlds best Laksa is served up at the Old Fitzroy Hotel in Wooloomooloo)
BTW, the run scored 2/10. Notes by FRIZZY LIZZIE
You can hear my outrageous accent on QBNFM 96.7 on Thurday nights.

[Ed. A further deterioration in paragraphs. No elephant stamp this week.]