And so it was.
A large pack gathered at the top of Mary Kitson street and in true hash tradition took up every car space in Watson, much to the chagrin of the locals.
Cars were indiscriminately parked on gutters, nature strips and in front gardens. The pack itself spilled out on to Mary kitson street, pissing off every commuter on
his/her way home from work on a cold wet blustery Canberra Monday night. Meanwhile, the sunset was dying over the hills of Solway, Firth. On the battlements
of Edinburgh castle the lone piper was silouetted against the crimson streaked sky. Anyway enough of Sir Walter bleedin' Scott and back to the hash.
As it was a FRISKIES run the expectations were low, damned low. And, FRISKIES almost didn't live up to those expectations.
The flour was placed in strategic dollops around Watson. If you found one then it was party time, woo hoo. Some members of the running pack ended up in Mitchell
and some in the grounds of the Kamberra winery. But no one cared as it was a FRISKIES run.
The walkers trail was not a complete cock up but getting there. They followed the instructions hesitantly and blundered around the suburb until by pure chance they
happened upon some lost runners and inadvertantly stumbled upon the drinkstop.
The Circle was held on a patch of grass opposite the Cattery. The fire bucket was soon churning through the worlds most combustable firewood made from coffin
offcuts courtesy of the pyros.
GERBILS run report was all over the place, score was up, score was down, score was up, score was down until he settled on a satisfactory minus one.
DICKHEAD 2s walk report concentrated on the last run that FRISKIES set in Watson (Thats how indelible it has become imprinted upon hash folklore).
A series of concentric circles that were followed until the hashers disappeared up each others arseholes, and in only 1.2kms!!!! incredible.
This weeks run was the exact opposite, wider and wider circles until we got our feet wet in one of the main tributaries running into Lake Burley Griffin. 
The hare song was only semi woeful this week, WXMAN was back to his wonderful disjointed non rythming conjugational best.
We welcomed the Visitors, Virgins and Returnees: JUST DAVE was plucked from obscurity and will forever be known as CAPT HORNBLOWER.
GERBILS was dobbed in by POOSHOOTA for the being the person who broke into a coffee shop, "cheesed down a nard" on the floor, wiped his arse with his own
jocks and left them for CSI Canberra to find. (Honestly, you cant make this shit up)
INSIDER was charged for having her battery stolen, thus necessitating a kick start strategy for her vibrator.
CRASH and BURN relayed a charge from Ulaan Battor in Outer Mongolia against ANKLE BITER that he was a "Short twat". Who could possibly have imagined that
in a very short period of time the circle was in danger of being inundated by a DWARF TSUNAMI which was only held in check by the application of a down down.
A series of anti charges ensued: MTPY for staying on trail, SCARLETT for not shortcutting, GREASE NIPPLE for blowing lots of horn,
and GERBILS for calling.
CENTREFOLD was condemned for mentioning the DONALD TRUMP of hash - LASH.
DRUNKEN TIGER let everyone know that she was getting moist, ANKLE BITER is still not able to tell the difference between HF and PS and a dead crab.
GOBBLES received the frontrunning bastard award, SEXCHANGE received the big prick and promised to re silver it.
NOTES BY FRIZZY LIZZIE (You can listen to my outrageous accent on QBNFM on thursday evenings)