Old hands will recognize this early Egghead cover as a parody of Songkhla Soundings, a harmless little monthly magazine published by the late Charlie Hood. Charlie was apparently so distressed by this unexpected and vicious attack that he managed to get his testicles wedged into his car seat, requiring extraction by emergency medical personnel. Or something like . . . we forget the exact details.
Tuesday, September 22, 2009
Classic Scum covers: October 2001
Old hands will recognize this early Egghead cover as a parody of Songkhla Soundings, a harmless little monthly magazine published by the late Charlie Hood. Charlie was apparently so distressed by this unexpected and vicious attack that he managed to get his testicles wedged into his car seat, requiring extraction by emergency medical personnel. Or something like . . . we forget the exact details.
Wednesday, September 16, 2009
Saturday 12? September
Rain, rain and more rain. Dungbeetle had claimed his pickup back. The runsite was a hundred kms past the black stump. Not promising! Paak Maa decided to stay under the car to dodge some of the falling damp. The (reputed) humans weren't so smart. Mill, mill, mill. Straight up the first hill. Gan Yao decided to go another way and disappeared. Down the other side. Mostly crap so far. Then the run started. Some fine running on fairly gentle slopes. Then, a long, long, long stretch, probably the longest bit of continuous running we've had this year. Sex Sprinter appeared yelling encouragement. Bugger that where's the beer stop? Another kilometer?...and it was! A very welcome break and on for the longest 2 clicks I can remember. No Gan Yao, have another beer. Make mine a Chang, please. Another beer.?? The hash horrors smashed up the ice. Another beer? Cars out to search. Gan Yao's mobile is in his car. Eventually a motor cycle pulled up, Gun Yao reappears.. No circle. Great run. See You next week. On-on Stick Insect
Rain, rain and more rain. Dungbeetle had claimed his pickup back. The runsite was a hundred kms past the black stump. Not promising! Paak Maa decided to stay under the car to dodge some of the falling damp. The (reputed) humans weren't so smart. Mill, mill, mill. Straight up the first hill. Gan Yao decided to go another way and disappeared. Down the other side. Mostly crap so far. Then the run started. Some fine running on fairly gentle slopes. Then, a long, long, long stretch, probably the longest bit of continuous running we've had this year. Sex Sprinter appeared yelling encouragement. Bugger that where's the beer stop? Another kilometer?...and it was! A very welcome break and on for the longest 2 clicks I can remember. No Gan Yao, have another beer. Make mine a Chang, please. Another beer.?? The hash horrors smashed up the ice. Another beer? Cars out to search. Gan Yao's mobile is in his car. Eventually a motor cycle pulled up, Gun Yao reappears.. No circle. Great run. See You next week. On-on Stick Insect
Tuesday, September 15, 2009
From the archives: Where are they now?
How times change. Here's a typical front-of-main-pack shot from about six years ago, featuring Pole Polisher, In the Post (a.k.a. The Kid with Glasses), Cheap Speed, and unidentified black and white blobs. Not only do none of them run with us regularly any more (well, maybe the blobs do), but the trail they're coming down here, at the end of the Baan Daan school road, is all but unrecognizable these days. First it was buried under construction of a fancy new paved road, which in the Thai way has now been left to fall apart. Then they dug a huge quarry, so that everything along the right edge of this shot is now a gigantic mud pit. Fortunately there's still some good running in the hills just behind . . . but for how long?Here's an enlargement of the blobs (click for larger version). Hang on, that black one is Snapper. But any guesses who the other is?
Monday, September 14, 2009
Would you buy a used dog from these people?
Well, yes; you probably would come to think of it.
But would you trust them with a sophisticated GPS, a bag of shreddy and a passing knowledge of the big hills on the new Hatyai road and expect them to lay a decent run?
Well, come to think of it, you probably would. Which is just as well because they are the hares on Saturday, for a little number entitled:
Temporary Relief’s Birthday Run.
Details are:
SH3 run #1475, Saturday, September 19th 2009, 4:30 p.m.
Hares (in no particular order – and if you believe that one you’d believe anything!): Temporary Relief, Crackwurst and Softcock.
Misdirections: From the Ko Yo Intersection take the New Hatyai road for 8k and turn left into the runsite next to the DTAC tower.
Sunday’s HH3 run (#455 as likely as not) is a Sex Printer production and will be set from about 7k down the new Yala road on the left hand side. As usual the run won't start at 4:00 p.m. but that needn't stop you from being on time!
Finally, there’s a quiz nite this coming Friday (September 18th) at the Office Bar where your genial quizmaster will be well known cheeky chappie, Eightball. Come along and try to knock Stick Insect off his perch as Hash clever bastard. The fun kicks off at 8:00 p.m. but is then rudely interrupted by the quiz which starts at 8:30 ‘ish.
On! On!
Long Dick sightings on the increase in the South
From the pages of the
Villagers in the Nam Om region of Southern Thailand have recently reported a large number of sightings of a ghostly figure known locally as Long Dick who is said to appear around dusk and wander out of the jungle looking dazed and confused apparently searching for something. Some villagers report that he has spoken to them in a strange language and many say that he seems to be drawn irresistibly to toddy circles. Local legend has it that Long Dick is one of the hungry ghosts who discovered beer and is cursed to wander for eternity seeking unwary humans from whom he can beg a free Leo. But some people who claim to have seen the apparition report that far from looking hungry, Long Dick is actually quite plump and is referred to in Thai as ‘Pee Oan’ or the replete ghost.
Long Dick, or Pee Oan:
An artist's impression
Opinion among locals is divided as to how to deal with Long Dick. Some advocate driving him away by waving their arms and shouting at him, while others suggest that if he is given beer he becomes quite docile and can then be lured onto the back of a motorbike and dumped near a wat or other site of religious activity.
Villagers in the Nam Om region of Southern Thailand have recently reported a large number of sightings of a ghostly figure known locally as Long Dick who is said to appear around dusk and wander out of the jungle looking dazed and confused apparently searching for something. Some villagers report that he has spoken to them in a strange language and many say that he seems to be drawn irresistibly to toddy circles. Local legend has it that Long Dick is one of the hungry ghosts who discovered beer and is cursed to wander for eternity seeking unwary humans from whom he can beg a free Leo. But some people who claim to have seen the apparition report that far from looking hungry, Long Dick is actually quite plump and is referred to in Thai as ‘Pee Oan’ or the replete ghost.
Long Dick, or Pee Oan:
An artist's impression
Opinion among locals is divided as to how to deal with Long Dick. Some advocate driving him away by waving their arms and shouting at him, while others suggest that if he is given beer he becomes quite docile and can then be lured onto the back of a motorbike and dumped near a wat or other site of religious activity.
Thursday, September 10, 2009
From the archives: Bitch on the bus
Who else but Gan Yao and the Bitch From Hell, on the bus to a hash event, probably our birthday run, October 2002.(Incidentally, Gan Yao has recently reapplied for the rare and valuable* privilege to post here, so stand by for some exciting revelations!)
* In fact so rare and valuable that we are offering it to you! Just email us at songkhlah3@gmail.com and you too can instantly become a co-editor of The Online Scum.
Wednesday, September 9, 2009
Are these people trying to take over the Hash?*
This week's SH3 run is the latest instalment in Sex Sprinter and Buk Toy's dastardly attempt to make sure that they set more runs than anyone else this year. Gnash! Gnash!
Are these people Trying to take over SH3?* Are they cronies? Can Thais be cronies? Perhaps they are Thronies.
Anyway, details are:
SH3 run# 1474, Saturday September 12 2009, 4:30 p.m.
Hares: Sex Sprinter and Buk Toy
Misdirections: From the Ko Yo Intersection, take the old Hatyai Road for 4.7k and turn left. Go 11.3k to Wat Nerm Pichit. Follow the road as it bends right and go a further 1k then turn right at the (second) gas station and follow signs to the run site.
Sunday's Hatyai H3 run is being set by Scud a.k.a. Palm Job and is conveniently located at Prem's place. Run starts at 4:00 p.m.
Be there!
On! On!
*The answer to this question is of course 'No'. For anyone who is in any doubt, if it hadn't have been for Sex Sprinter and Buk Toy we would have been hard put to operate the hash this year as they have been responsible to date for more than a quarter of the runs (11 out of 37). They have selflessly given up a lot of their free time and have put enormous effort into making sure that we have good runs every time their names have appeared as hares.
Are these people Trying to take over SH3?* Are they cronies? Can Thais be cronies? Perhaps they are Thronies.
Anyway, details are:
SH3 run# 1474, Saturday September 12 2009, 4:30 p.m.
Hares: Sex Sprinter and Buk Toy
Misdirections: From the Ko Yo Intersection, take the old Hatyai Road for 4.7k and turn left. Go 11.3k to Wat Nerm Pichit. Follow the road as it bends right and go a further 1k then turn right at the (second) gas station and follow signs to the run site.
Sunday's Hatyai H3 run is being set by Scud a.k.a. Palm Job and is conveniently located at Prem's place. Run starts at 4:00 p.m.
Be there!
On! On!
*The answer to this question is of course 'No'. For anyone who is in any doubt, if it hadn't have been for Sex Sprinter and Buk Toy we would have been hard put to operate the hash this year as they have been responsible to date for more than a quarter of the runs (11 out of 37). They have selflessly given up a lot of their free time and have put enormous effort into making sure that we have good runs every time their names have appeared as hares.
Tuesday, September 8, 2009
Nice legs, shame about the place.
SH3 run # 1473, Saturday 5th September 2009
Tinseltown without the rain
We were in Dannock on Saturday for a joint run with Sadao H3, our daughter who makes a virtue of living on the edge. Well, some of us were anyway; there were some notable absences, but enough of us made the effort for the idea to have seemed worthwhile. For the record, the named SH3 attendees were:
Hunter, Palm Job, Stick Insect, Solong, Buk Toy, Chao Ngor, Superpig, Ram It In, Rotten Johnny, Safe Sex, Egghead, Only a Yolk, Tuttee Fruity, Yolk’s Poke, Last Lover, Peppered Pussy, Home Alone, Meals on Wheels, Screw Girl, Duck Fart, Sex Sprinter, Dark Ling, Mugabe, Knob Gobling and Twenty-Ten.
Added to these were a fair number of Malaysian runners who had managed to make it across the border, so as turnouts go this was a pretty good one.
The first problem with Dannock of course, is that it is not in Songkhla – the amazing healthy city that is, as opposed to the province, to which it clings to the very edge, just past the customs post and just before immigration. This is not a problem if you happen to live there but these days the residents seem to be mostly Burmese migrants. So for most of us, the first issue to be negotiated in running with Sadao H3 is an 80km drive.
The Egg contingent set off from Songkhla just after 2:30 p.m. choosing to by pass Hatyai via the Old Yala road. Unfortunately this seemed to be the route chosen by large numbers of other people not going to Sadao including a drunken idiot who narrowly avoided being decapitated by the rear of the Egg-mobile when it was forced to apply its brakes suddenly by the appearance ahead of a large truck on the wrong side of the road. We stopped to help him pick up his bike, but apparently intimidated by our appearance, the motorcyclist quickly picked himself and his machine up and rode off hurriedly in the opposite direction. Delayed but unbowed we resumed the journey. But it was apparent that we were going to be lucky to make the 4:00 p.m. kick off.
Shortly after that it began to rain. It rained hard, so hard that by the time we were approaching Sadao, you could barely see the road ahead. A hurried telephone conference with Stick Insect however established that the rain was also falling in Dannock and we were advised to proceed to the load up point as they would wait.
We hit traffic. It was moving, but slowly. The reason was that there was a body lying in the road and everyone wanted to get a good look. It was another motorcyclist who had met a truck; someone had thoughtfully covered it with a tarpaulin but Knob Gobling who was five minutes ahead of us sadly reported that this one had not managed to avoid decapitation. It was not living on the edge anymore; it had slipped over it. We drove on more carefully.
Shortly after we cleared the customs post and hit more traffic. A line of trucks waiting to leave Dannock which we raced past on the inside until a coach thoughtfully pulled across the road only to be blocked by a moron in a Mercedes. The minutes ticked by; it was already 4:15; we thought about turning back and looking for the A site, but then magically there we were, through the line of trucks and heading up Soi 1 for the Bagus Bar, where the rain seemed about to let up and the Sawng-Taows were already lined up waiting for us.
From that point on it all began to look up. We loaded ourselves up into the transport leaving the women and children gazing fondly after us as we retraced our steps back towards the customs post, turning off just before we hit it, along the track to the water tower where we disembarked and were instructed about the run: shreddy followed by some squares which by now might have been a bit water-logged; a fair number of checks etc. and 30 beer tokens distributed in a manner which infuriated Palm Job sufficiently for him to fall out with Knob Gobbling and Only a Yolk over the issue, who would also later almost come to blows over a beer token.
The next hour and a half or so was sheer joy. A lovely rolling run ranging around the gentle hills of Sadao. We started North, I would guess, and at some point we must have turned East. As usual, Sex Sprinter seemed to know where the paper was going to be at every check, but then suddenly he was notable by his absence, last heard screaming on! on! in the wrong direction as we headed Northwards again. Sadly for him he had found the short run, thoughtfully laid so that Tuttee Fruity would have something to do. He had other ideas and avoiding the brotherly advice of Last Lover made a dash for freedom and stayed with us for the whole of the long run. Nice one Gerry!
The shreddy ran out and we came to terms with following disintegrated squares; after a while it became second nature and some of us even managed to slip the nannying attentions of Rotten Johnny as he sensibly hung back to make sure that Tuttee Fruity stayed with us, offering some hints about the finer points of beer token placement on the way. Knob Gobbling and Only a Yolk gave us an excellent demonstration of the correct offensive lunging and grabbing technique, with OaY coming off marginally worse from the encounter, but KG gave up the token anyway. Palm Job, who was of the opinion that it was all unfair to front-runners, swooped vulture-like for another token which OaY had secreted in her knickers but was forced to hand it back as no-one comes between OaY and a beer if they know what is good for them! Then just as we were beginning to think we had run enough we met Sex Sprinter who was walking back along the trail and shortly afterwards the lake hove into view and we were running along the southern shore before a quick lope across the bridge by the Water View restaurant to the welcoming site of the beer truck.
The pack drifted back in dribs and drabs with the last drab home in about an hour forty. Most of the short runners had already been removed from the scene and we were only given a few minutes to enjoy what is probably the nicest spot any where around Dannock before being hustled into the Sawng Tauw for the return trip to The Bagus Bar. Some of us wondered whether it wouldn’t have made more sense to stay at the Water View. The amazing unhealthy city of Dannock does not look at its best in the rain. In fact arguably it does not have a best to look at. It’s just a dump. It exists on the edge of existence.
There is something edgy about the vistas of uncleared trash behind the grubby chicken shacks and the desperate looks in the eyes of the girls as they followed us up the road. There weren’t going to be too many marks around braving the weather that night and we were probably as many men in one place as they were going to see. Tinseltown in the rain; just sad.
But the Bagus Bar was full of happy people and the brats didn’t seem to have come to too much harm. Home Alone chased Peppered Pussy around the bar getting in practice for being all grown up, as the new junior Rotten was passed around and cooed over by broody harriets, managing to smile engagingly about the experience. Get used to it kid, big brother can tell you there’ll be a lot of that sort of stuff in the next few years! And when you get older and don’t have those youthful good looks anymore, you’ll still have Dannock pussy to fawn over you; as long as you’ve got the money to keep them interested.
We circled quickly as the lure of the food became too great to resist. In the absence of proper ice, two Leo cartons were filled with ice cubes and some visiting GM’s from Malaysia were made to sit in them. Palm Job was greeted from Hatyai H3 and Egghead was forced reluctantly to sub for the absent Beaver. Sinners included Knob Gobbling and Only a Yolk for squabbling over beer tokens and Sex Sprinter for run-avoidance. There were probably others… but Just Rotten (Johnny) and Chi Bai Salleh (Last Lover) were the hares and there was a pretty general agreement that the run had been excellent particularly bearing in mind that it had been set in a tropical storm.
Some people began to disappear, mostly to prepare themselves for the rest of the evening. There was some discussion about which bars were less unpleasant than others, largely based on the volume of their music and the degree of darkness. But faced with the drive back and an enforced abstinence from sufficient quantities of alcohol to make even those bars seem attractive, the Egg contingent withdrew and were mostly asleep by the time we cleared the customs post on the way out.
And that is the problem for Sadao H3. No one disagrees that the idea of running occasionally with Malaysian hashers is good and that there is some great running country around Dannock; but Dannock… well it’s just Dannock. Once you’ve been there and got over the novelty it’s not a very nice place; and that’s putting it mildly. Those notable absentees from the run on Saturday would probably be more inclined to run in Dannock if they didn’t actually have to have Dannock in their faces. Clearly there are alternative venues - the Water View for instance where people who wanted to run but didn’t want to have to dump their women and kids in Dannock could feel more comfortable.
But that’s for the future and for the Sadao H3 committee to contemplate. For now in my willing role as scribe and reluctant role as substitute Beaver, let me extend a big thank you to Sadao Hash for a great afternoon’s running and a lot of fun afterwards.
On! On!
Tinseltown without the rain
We were in Dannock on Saturday for a joint run with Sadao H3, our daughter who makes a virtue of living on the edge. Well, some of us were anyway; there were some notable absences, but enough of us made the effort for the idea to have seemed worthwhile. For the record, the named SH3 attendees were:
Hunter, Palm Job, Stick Insect, Solong, Buk Toy, Chao Ngor, Superpig, Ram It In, Rotten Johnny, Safe Sex, Egghead, Only a Yolk, Tuttee Fruity, Yolk’s Poke, Last Lover, Peppered Pussy, Home Alone, Meals on Wheels, Screw Girl, Duck Fart, Sex Sprinter, Dark Ling, Mugabe, Knob Gobling and Twenty-Ten.
Added to these were a fair number of Malaysian runners who had managed to make it across the border, so as turnouts go this was a pretty good one.
The first problem with Dannock of course, is that it is not in Songkhla – the amazing healthy city that is, as opposed to the province, to which it clings to the very edge, just past the customs post and just before immigration. This is not a problem if you happen to live there but these days the residents seem to be mostly Burmese migrants. So for most of us, the first issue to be negotiated in running with Sadao H3 is an 80km drive.
The Egg contingent set off from Songkhla just after 2:30 p.m. choosing to by pass Hatyai via the Old Yala road. Unfortunately this seemed to be the route chosen by large numbers of other people not going to Sadao including a drunken idiot who narrowly avoided being decapitated by the rear of the Egg-mobile when it was forced to apply its brakes suddenly by the appearance ahead of a large truck on the wrong side of the road. We stopped to help him pick up his bike, but apparently intimidated by our appearance, the motorcyclist quickly picked himself and his machine up and rode off hurriedly in the opposite direction. Delayed but unbowed we resumed the journey. But it was apparent that we were going to be lucky to make the 4:00 p.m. kick off.
Shortly after that it began to rain. It rained hard, so hard that by the time we were approaching Sadao, you could barely see the road ahead. A hurried telephone conference with Stick Insect however established that the rain was also falling in Dannock and we were advised to proceed to the load up point as they would wait.
We hit traffic. It was moving, but slowly. The reason was that there was a body lying in the road and everyone wanted to get a good look. It was another motorcyclist who had met a truck; someone had thoughtfully covered it with a tarpaulin but Knob Gobling who was five minutes ahead of us sadly reported that this one had not managed to avoid decapitation. It was not living on the edge anymore; it had slipped over it. We drove on more carefully.
Shortly after we cleared the customs post and hit more traffic. A line of trucks waiting to leave Dannock which we raced past on the inside until a coach thoughtfully pulled across the road only to be blocked by a moron in a Mercedes. The minutes ticked by; it was already 4:15; we thought about turning back and looking for the A site, but then magically there we were, through the line of trucks and heading up Soi 1 for the Bagus Bar, where the rain seemed about to let up and the Sawng-Taows were already lined up waiting for us.
From that point on it all began to look up. We loaded ourselves up into the transport leaving the women and children gazing fondly after us as we retraced our steps back towards the customs post, turning off just before we hit it, along the track to the water tower where we disembarked and were instructed about the run: shreddy followed by some squares which by now might have been a bit water-logged; a fair number of checks etc. and 30 beer tokens distributed in a manner which infuriated Palm Job sufficiently for him to fall out with Knob Gobbling and Only a Yolk over the issue, who would also later almost come to blows over a beer token.
The next hour and a half or so was sheer joy. A lovely rolling run ranging around the gentle hills of Sadao. We started North, I would guess, and at some point we must have turned East. As usual, Sex Sprinter seemed to know where the paper was going to be at every check, but then suddenly he was notable by his absence, last heard screaming on! on! in the wrong direction as we headed Northwards again. Sadly for him he had found the short run, thoughtfully laid so that Tuttee Fruity would have something to do. He had other ideas and avoiding the brotherly advice of Last Lover made a dash for freedom and stayed with us for the whole of the long run. Nice one Gerry!
The shreddy ran out and we came to terms with following disintegrated squares; after a while it became second nature and some of us even managed to slip the nannying attentions of Rotten Johnny as he sensibly hung back to make sure that Tuttee Fruity stayed with us, offering some hints about the finer points of beer token placement on the way. Knob Gobbling and Only a Yolk gave us an excellent demonstration of the correct offensive lunging and grabbing technique, with OaY coming off marginally worse from the encounter, but KG gave up the token anyway. Palm Job, who was of the opinion that it was all unfair to front-runners, swooped vulture-like for another token which OaY had secreted in her knickers but was forced to hand it back as no-one comes between OaY and a beer if they know what is good for them! Then just as we were beginning to think we had run enough we met Sex Sprinter who was walking back along the trail and shortly afterwards the lake hove into view and we were running along the southern shore before a quick lope across the bridge by the Water View restaurant to the welcoming site of the beer truck.
The pack drifted back in dribs and drabs with the last drab home in about an hour forty. Most of the short runners had already been removed from the scene and we were only given a few minutes to enjoy what is probably the nicest spot any where around Dannock before being hustled into the Sawng Tauw for the return trip to The Bagus Bar. Some of us wondered whether it wouldn’t have made more sense to stay at the Water View. The amazing unhealthy city of Dannock does not look at its best in the rain. In fact arguably it does not have a best to look at. It’s just a dump. It exists on the edge of existence.
There is something edgy about the vistas of uncleared trash behind the grubby chicken shacks and the desperate looks in the eyes of the girls as they followed us up the road. There weren’t going to be too many marks around braving the weather that night and we were probably as many men in one place as they were going to see. Tinseltown in the rain; just sad.
But the Bagus Bar was full of happy people and the brats didn’t seem to have come to too much harm. Home Alone chased Peppered Pussy around the bar getting in practice for being all grown up, as the new junior Rotten was passed around and cooed over by broody harriets, managing to smile engagingly about the experience. Get used to it kid, big brother can tell you there’ll be a lot of that sort of stuff in the next few years! And when you get older and don’t have those youthful good looks anymore, you’ll still have Dannock pussy to fawn over you; as long as you’ve got the money to keep them interested.
We circled quickly as the lure of the food became too great to resist. In the absence of proper ice, two Leo cartons were filled with ice cubes and some visiting GM’s from Malaysia were made to sit in them. Palm Job was greeted from Hatyai H3 and Egghead was forced reluctantly to sub for the absent Beaver. Sinners included Knob Gobbling and Only a Yolk for squabbling over beer tokens and Sex Sprinter for run-avoidance. There were probably others… but Just Rotten (Johnny) and Chi Bai Salleh (Last Lover) were the hares and there was a pretty general agreement that the run had been excellent particularly bearing in mind that it had been set in a tropical storm.
Some people began to disappear, mostly to prepare themselves for the rest of the evening. There was some discussion about which bars were less unpleasant than others, largely based on the volume of their music and the degree of darkness. But faced with the drive back and an enforced abstinence from sufficient quantities of alcohol to make even those bars seem attractive, the Egg contingent withdrew and were mostly asleep by the time we cleared the customs post on the way out.
And that is the problem for Sadao H3. No one disagrees that the idea of running occasionally with Malaysian hashers is good and that there is some great running country around Dannock; but Dannock… well it’s just Dannock. Once you’ve been there and got over the novelty it’s not a very nice place; and that’s putting it mildly. Those notable absentees from the run on Saturday would probably be more inclined to run in Dannock if they didn’t actually have to have Dannock in their faces. Clearly there are alternative venues - the Water View for instance where people who wanted to run but didn’t want to have to dump their women and kids in Dannock could feel more comfortable.
But that’s for the future and for the Sadao H3 committee to contemplate. For now in my willing role as scribe and reluctant role as substitute Beaver, let me extend a big thank you to Sadao Hash for a great afternoon’s running and a lot of fun afterwards.
On! On!
Friday, September 4, 2009
So who's the bloke with Rotten?
Yes, despite double-hare Egghead's best efforts to put his stamp on it, it was a Rotten Weekend.He began it Friday night with a bit of gender-bending at the Bonnie Bar, then carried on to some trail-bending so extreme that Rotten was the last one back on Saturday's run. And not for the first time. What is it about Egghead as live hare that seems to short-circuit the slime mold that passes for RJ's brain?
For the record, it was a fine live hare run, even if we lost all hope of catching up with Eggo after the first check. The countryside was fresh -- the side of the Old Yala Rd. we almost never use -- and the checks, trails etc. all of the standard we expect from the King of SH3 hares. Though personally I thought it paled next to Sunday's effort, billed as a "zombie run" (live + dead hares) and featuring a memorable downhill bit personally hand-cut through overgrown rubber by his Yolkiness.
But back to Rotten. During the run he foolishly bet me three beers that I wouldn't get in before our esteemed Hatyai leader Palm Job. So I simply stuck with RJ himself -- I knew damn well he wasn't going to let anyone get past him -- after which as stand-in English (well, sort of) speaking GM he then had the audacity to ice me for 1) competitive running and 2) short-cutting, i.e. simply by virtue of having run alongside him. To his credit he also actually managed to give out the hash name Some Cunt, most probably to one of the visiting Batu hashers.
But that was the real story of the weekend. The 12 Batu stalwarts showed up both Saturday and Sunday and brought with them the kind of total raving loony politically incorrect pisshead hash spirit that the Malaysians seem to do better than anyone. And that was just the men . . . their women were much less inhibited. Thanks Batu, and come back soon!
Misdirections 5-6 Sept.
This week’s SH3 instructions are simple: Go to Sadao!
Yes, this week there’s a joint run with Sadao Hash.
Details are sketchy but assumed to be:
Songkhla Hash House Harriers run #1473, Saturday September 5th, 4:00 for 4:30 p.m.
Hares: Rotten Johnny and …..
Misdirections: From the Ko Yo intersection take the old Hatyai road and just keep going straight until you hit the Malaysian border after (about 70k) in Dannock. Then do a U turn and look for Soi 11 (which will then be on your left) Registration is at the Bagus Bar which is at the end of Soi 11 and transport from there will leave for the A site at 4:00 p.m.
Registration: We’re guessing here but, 120 Baht which will cover the run, transport to and from the A site (and any other site you might need to get to!) beer at the run site and some food after the run.
Transport to the run site: There will be no beer truck from the Parlang this week but transport to Dannock should be available if you need it. Best advice is to ring round and see who’s going down, but the egg-mobile will be departing from AUA in Platha Road next to the beach at 2:30 p.m. sharp and we can always squeeze a few more people in!
Sunday’s HH3 run will be set by Sofa and Ouab Im and will be from near Wat Tungnai: From the Ko Yo intersection take the old Hatyai road for 4.7k and turn left. Follow the road for 8k to Wat Keow Kloy then turn right into Th. Poonakan . Follow it for about 5k. and look for the Hash sign.
Yes, this week there’s a joint run with Sadao Hash.
Details are sketchy but assumed to be:
Songkhla Hash House Harriers run #1473, Saturday September 5th, 4:00 for 4:30 p.m.
Hares: Rotten Johnny and …..
Misdirections: From the Ko Yo intersection take the old Hatyai road and just keep going straight until you hit the Malaysian border after (about 70k) in Dannock. Then do a U turn and look for Soi 11 (which will then be on your left) Registration is at the Bagus Bar which is at the end of Soi 11 and transport from there will leave for the A site at 4:00 p.m.
Registration: We’re guessing here but, 120 Baht which will cover the run, transport to and from the A site (and any other site you might need to get to!) beer at the run site and some food after the run.
Transport to the run site: There will be no beer truck from the Parlang this week but transport to Dannock should be available if you need it. Best advice is to ring round and see who’s going down, but the egg-mobile will be departing from AUA in Platha Road next to the beach at 2:30 p.m. sharp and we can always squeeze a few more people in!
Sunday’s HH3 run will be set by Sofa and Ouab Im and will be from near Wat Tungnai: From the Ko Yo intersection take the old Hatyai road for 4.7k and turn left. Follow the road for 8k to Wat Keow Kloy then turn right into Th. Poonakan . Follow it for about 5k. and look for the Hash sign.
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