Assorted notes

Yesterday's run: Egghead wisely undersold it beforehand ("Just awful!") so we were all expecting a Dungbeetle-style swamp monster. In fact it was a delightful romp. Just long enough, just high enough (something like 150m total), and with just enough water to wash away our sins. Even some of the usual short runners did it, and everyone seemed to agree that it was a divine hour+ of hashing entertainment. Let that be a lesson to you fanatics (like that clown who did the 10km one last Saturday, and, well like Egghead, usually) who insist on setting runs from hell in the name of machismo. It was also a pleasure to see old returnees Wiwi and Buck. Maybe they'll come back more often now that they see how kind, gentle, warm, soft, and moist we've become?

New ice age: Speaking of kinder and gentler, the new icing policy has fully come into effect, now that Peppered Pussy, Roadrunner, and City Tits all seem to have finally gotten the message. No more water throwing at new runners and returning runners. (In fact one of yesterday's returnees, Yim Waan, even got to sit on a chair instead of the ice.) Sinners and hares are still subject to a good soaking. How about t-shirt recipients? Any policy decided yet?

Our tiny annual erection: Since this is now apparently the website of record for SH3, we should note that R2D2 was duly re-erected as GM. Several inactive posts were terminated (Whip, RA, etc.). Several other newly proposed positions (Asst. Beer Bitch, Event Master) remain empty, and no doubt will be handled on our usual ad hoc basis.

Blast from the past: Finally, Polepolisher sends us a 1991 article from the Bangkok Post on the Songkhla Hash, written by none other than ex-SH3 hasher Pub Stud. We won't bother reproducing the text, as it's the usual sort of bland hash PR for the unsuspecting public (please, nobody tell them about the satanic rituals we perform in the jungle). But it did include these two rather intriguing photos. Note the GM's remarkable hat -- do we need to revive that or what?! And note how nubile our harriettes were back then. We were going to do a "Then" and "Now" comparison but . . . ah well, never mind.

Four more years!

A smiling Beavershot acknowledges the cheers
of the huge crowd of two people and a dog.

Beavershot was this afternoon re-elected as Songkhla Hash GM after a surprisingly easy victory against stiff opposition. The vote was however marred by a low turnout amid accusations of widespread fraud which were dismissed by a victorious Beavershot as "A load of fuckin' rubbish".

The vote took place at an obscure runsite chosen by today's hare, Yardstick amid allegations that its remote location was a deliberate ploy to prevent hashers opposed to Beavershot from taking part in the election. The route to the run site involved a 28k drive, the final 4k of which was along a track described as 'challenging even in a Sherman tank'. Nevertheless two hashers and a stray dog were successful in reaching the run site and were presented with a list of 3 candidates to choose from. The final result was:

Beavershot 1
Kate Moss 1
Al 'Crawlback' Sigmund 1

Beavershot was then declared to have won based on the fact that Kate Moss was not a valid Hash name and that Crawlback was dead.
In his acceptance speech, Beavershot paid tribute to his campaign team and promised to bail them out as soon as he had raised enough money from Hash Cash. He thanked his opponents for a fair fight and promised that his second term would see a continuation of the policies he had failed to prevent in his first term. As he said,
"Where there is concord we will bring conflict, where there is beer let them eat cake, where there is peace we will fight them on the beaches"