Sunday, July 29, 2007

July 28th - Fuckoff Party for BurstingBladder & The Dyke

Well it was time to say "Fuck Off" to our beloved GM and his lovely consort. 20 of us gathered at Trofea Restaurant to enjoy a good meal with them before leaving in 5 days time.

After plumping ourselves with all you can eat meats, sides, and as much beer as we could call for from the somewhat attentive waiters, the hash hushed for some parting words. Then after some hushed conversations, the mantel of GM and Grand Mistress were bestowed on the surprised hashers SexTax and Pussy Willow.

Then, one bye one everyone trickled away

Thursday, July 26, 2007

July 22nd - Hash #857 Margit Island

Hares BB and Dyke

The temperatures must have been a wee bit above normal in good ole Buda as the usual meeting point was abandoned in favour of a shadier spot across the road under an obliging tree (species unknown but it did have lots of leaves providing the necessary). This led to initial confusion for at least one member - no names mentioned and I will have to be killed to divulge that information – as on alighting from the tram they could not see anyone and thought they had all ran (doubtful) off.

But to keep with some sort of tradition we all crossed the road for the circle where the plan of the day was divulged by BB. Unfortunately, I missed this bit as had popped over the road for liquid refreshment so I can’t shed any light. On my return asked some individuals what had been said and they couldn’t either. I wonder if they had been listening or if alcohol consumption is slowly affecting their memories as it is mine. Perhaps they didn’t care.

Anyway unusually the trail started with a circle and with 3x aWeenie and Sex Tax (our token runners) and St Anus setting out in opposite directions. As I was at the time busy socializing I missed subsequent hash calls but followed the pack which included the hares assuming they knew where they were going. Not always the best policy but there is sometimes safety in numbers. I was momentarily worried about St Anus and looked around to see if he was following. Someone in a conspicuous red shirt was lurking furtively around a bus door but this is purely circumstantial and one shouldn’t rely on such evidence.

Anyway the pack meandered purposely towards Margit Hid chatting, catching up with news of friends and social events. Before we knew it we were up the steps and dodging death crossing the road. Being at the back of the pack I must admit to not looking for the trail or hearing any onons but I am sure our illustrious leaders were following true hash conventions. So there we were on Margit Island, light of feet heading towards the topless sunbathers at the waters edge. No beer stop here though so we skipped along, a merry band, regaining height and thankfully shade spotting dollops of white powder and too many besci bellies. A brief stop to buy beer from an obliging lady with a fridge on wheels and we were quickly ushered on to a shady glen where a pleasant interlude ensued with BB stopping, dropping his bags and announcing a sports stop. Bats and balls and various other items of torture were the produced and after an initial apathetic bit of tossing and fumbling with balls, Pussy Willow and Honorable visitor NFG Peter organized us into an entertaining game of good old fashioned rounders. Rules were changed as and when required and a jolly time was had by nearly all. The crowd never uttered a cheer from the spectators blanket but who can blame them?

We were all sad when we had to pack away but the thought of what might lay ahead spurred us on. Disappointing to some the planned swimming stop was ditched but St Anus quickly spotted a water hose with which he tried to cool down the pack. The request for a wet tee shirt competition were ignored and the pack plodded on. Our next stop at the ruined Dominican church was educational and we were all told how Bela IV sent his daughter Margit there to be a nun at the age of 9. So what was the island called before then? Answers please on a postcard.

On On as the saying goes so we did.

We lost a few of the pack at a café as another unplanned beer stop was required but as our dental tourists from the Trossachs, Run by Battery and Trigamist had inside knowledge as they all made it back to the circle. The rest of the trail passed in a blur but there was a pond and some terrapins who were moving faster than us and before you could say another “on” there was BBs car with the promise of a cold beer lurking inside it.

The circle slowly assembled and there was much elbowing and naming. Visitors were welcomed, Peter the Lawyer and Mimi and Oink from the Trossachs. Heinous crimes such as Hats in the Circle were admitted to with no shame and the usual culprit, Sex Tax was given a down down for yet again being the only hasher not to have committed a crime. The shame.

Another hash over, we slowly disassembled. Some to lunch at the Water Tower others to watch the Open and others to get to the airport. Thanks to hares BB and Dyke…their last trail for the Budapest Hash. You will be missed.

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Pack:
Smokey Donkey, Madonna with the big boobies (?), Hot Flush, Sex Tax, Pussy Willow, 10 minutes late, StAnus, CheesyBalls, Runs by Battery, Trigamist, Giving Head, 3 x a Weenie, NFG Peter, wee visitors Mimi and Oink , and a special appearance by Kare-Ozzie



Still waiting on trash from last 3 hashes

Thursday, July 19, 2007

Movie Rules

Hi, first FFFL* and now Cheesy Balls & Hot "I won't need my mobile so I'll leave it at the lake" Flush, have left the hash without any trash for the past 18 days, I thought I would share this important bit of movie news.

Too many people do not understand proper Movie Theater etiquette. I the past all theaters had to do was to remind patron to go grab a treat from the lobby




Now a days people in theaters are so rude they need to be told explicitly what that shouldn't do during the film, like lighting up a smoke. Really when was the last time you could smoke during the film? And the god-damned crying babies in an R-rates (18+) film, leave 'em at home. Well Hollywood has finally acted and this promo will be shown before all new movies. Trust me it is really geared towards a newer generation. I am sure you will be humming it on the way home.



Think people will get the message? Sadly, probably not.

*Fucking Frustrated Frog Legs

Monday, July 16, 2007

Social at Gödör Klub

We will be meeting this Thursday at 8:00 pm at Gödör Klub

There will be live music though I am not sure if it is inside or out. Drinks are normal BP prices and there is a very good outdoor environment.

On On

Click baby Bursting Bladder if you are still lost.

Unprecedented

Frustrated Frog has let the hash down 2 weeks in a row by not submitting HASH TRASH!!!! WTF?

Wednesday, July 11, 2007

July 8th - Hash #855 Baldrick/Hulk's Live Hash


Everyone please welcome: "Frustrated Frog" which to BB sounded like Froglegs

Tuesday, June 26, 2007

June 24th - Hash #853 with F. Abraham

Hare: Rabies (rábisz)

They were not economic with the truth on our website where it states, and I quote, "even the most hung-over hasher can find the meeting point." And so with a somewhat delicate start (for some), BPH3 convened alongside the Duna at 11h30.

The temperature 32C, pressure 1010 hectopacals, and humidity 33% for those who care.

After mismanaging the pre-run/walk/moan (delete as applicable) and a HashFlash, IncredibleHulk, StAnus, WetBlanket and LT made haste for a supermarket. Naturally, warm sodas and water were readily available. It might have been a hash crime if the beers were warm too.

The rest of the pack 'took' (and I use this term loosely) public transport to point "A" – where we would, many hours later, finish our run.

Rabies called for the circle, described honestly (as all hashers do) the run; around his block, nice and flat, lots of flour. As we all know, and now love, Rabies was being a true hasher in his description.

We set off for the hills! Bemusing almost every Sunday-stroller with our calls of "on-on," "are-you" and the like. Past trees, Pest views, steps, stones and watering holes, we ran, walked, talked and had a good time. NFG Thomas and LT lost their way somewhere en-route but thanks to StAnus, were picked up and shown the way home. Rabies' excuse was that we were damn slow! A certain degree of relativity might be required.

Eventually the pack ascended the flat hill (backwards if you prefer running downhill) and met for Circle; although we did lose a few blankets that were wet.

Incredible Hulk was RA and led the circle in true hashing style. This called for down-downs, of which there were plenty! Our best offender this week goes to our very own Rabies (who felt the urge to leave early last week for singing). Ironic, because was it not Rabies who introduced a new one-only down-down policy recently? He did not suffer alone, alas, his fellow countrymen (and country ladies) consumed their beverages too.

NFG Thomas escaped unnamed for yet another week whilst NFG Paresh intends to escape the country soon.

Saturday, June 23, 2007

June 17th - Hash #852 Normafa (‘No more flour’) again!!

Hares: NFG Paresh with StAnus

‘9.8 km as the crow flies (if it was lost and flying in a circular route instead of a straight line), and 1hr 36 minutes to do the run’, said Incredible Hulk to the rather bemused 5 hashers sitting in a cafe in Normafa. He was looking at his rather sophisticated wrist chronograph / GPS device, which he wears in case he should get lost.

‘So your estimate of 5 km plus or minus 5 km’ was spot on!’ he said to NFG Paresh, who set the trail the day before with the help of StAnus.

It was a hot Sunday morning when 12 hashers gathered at the usual meeting place in Batthyany Ter, and were joined by a late comer, Rabies, who just arrived in his car as the pack were setting off to start the run / walk in Normafa. The same Rabies who left early after the run thus avoiding the circle and down-downs he was sure to get, and despite all that and to add insult to injury he in fact succeeded in making sure NFG Paresh did get a down-down for laying the rather less than adequately marked trail. NFG Paresh maintains to this date that the trail was well marked and that it was only challenging because the sunlight shining through the trees was very good at camouflaging the flour. Besides the runners should stop moaning and get on with the job in hand!

And so the eventful day began with about 5 cars transporting the pack to the site, not before one hasher, 10 Minutes Late, decided to follow another car, not part of the pack, on to their home before realising he was following the wrong car. Just how he managed to do so is still beyond comprehension, as the car he was supposed to follow, occupied by Smokey Donkey and NFG Paresh, was a totally different make and model which he had been waiting behind for quite some time before they set off. So after some frantic phone calls to Run By Battery, he was guided back to the correct destination! Funnily he escaped a down-down for keeping the pack waiting.

On the way up, Smokey Donkey decided that they needed to buy some water as Run By Battery had failed to do so, for which she was gracious enough to accept a down-down. NFG Paresh and Smokey Donkey stopped at a ‘Match’ and quickly bought 16 bottles of cold water. Just as they were getting back to the car NFG Paresh looked at the receipt and noticed that they had just paid for 24 bottles. So a quick return back to the shop, and some words were exchanged in Hungarian. The tiller was apologetic as a queue of other shoppers was gathering for her attention, but it was agreed that rather than get money back as this would have completely confused the poor girl and cause a much larger queue to develop, they should collect another 8 bottles of water, which they did and were on their way. Smokey Donkey ignored the very large diversion sign and just as soon realised his mistake so did a quick U-turn to get back on the right road. Was this becoming a sign of things to come?

The pack gathered at the starting point and was briefed by NFG Paresh, who accepted full responsibility for setting the course, but warned that that was the first course he had set, and reminded everyone that his accomplice mentor had been StAnus. He also rather fortuitously observed that this was a pack of 13, unlucky for some. The pack included three new comers/Virgins; a Financial Controller from New York, a Wizzair pilot from UK, now living in Budapest, and a Wind Energy expert from USA, hoping to build wind farms in Hungary. In their wisdom / ignorance they decided to run the course.

Straight away there was a false trail, as six set off to run, and seven walk the course. There were to be no pit stops along the way.

The course was broadly a round route which started at the car park in Normafa, headed North West towards and past the Viragvology Station and then cut across the woods South West to Makkosmaria. It continued on roughly South from there for some 1-2 km before cutting across East to Csilleberc, and then along the Konkoly Thege Miklos ut., back to Normafa. There was a view point along the way.

As one of the runners NFG Paresh let slip at the view point that they had covered about two thirds of the course, but the last third was regrettably uphill all the way. He would have liked to say ‘It’s all downhill from here’. He kind of guessed that the mood of the runners was perhaps not the most enthusiastic he had ever encountered. So it was a good excuse to rest a while and rather optimistically hope that the walkers would soon catch up with them! At this point Incredible Hulk’s horn was mentioned, as they wondered whether Haggis would be with the walkers. NFG Paresh had thought that the walkers also had a horn as he could have sworn he heard it a few times. It was pointed out to him that that was the children’s railway. NFG Paresh had a vision of 10 Minutes Late running after the children’s railway. Meanwhile, Rabies was remarkably still so full of energy that he had started to climb the vertical face of the view point. He said he wanted to see if he could spot the next bit of flour on the trail from above. NFG Paresh then offered to catch Rabies if he jumped off the top of the view point, but Rabies didn’t take up the offer.

The last stretch of the course was uneventful, but it was great to see the Normafa car park. The six headed for the cafe there and discussed the course. Another half an hour later or thereabouts, the walkers arrived. As they all prepared for the circle, Run By Battery cried out that she could not find her phone! NFG Paresh and 10 Minutes Late both rang her number but no sound of a ringing phone. Incredibly, French Made and Run By Battery decided to go look for the phone by re-tracing the course!(Which somehow the trunk of her car)

Even more incredibly, they were both back in about ten minutes having found her phone almost at the starting point of the course. How fortunate. (Some nice soul had found her phone and would return it later in the day)

And so the insults, penalties, moans and groans were vented in the circle. Strangely no down-downs for no-hash gear. Some hashers had a close escape. NFG Thomas (French) had quickly made his escape as soon as he had finished the course on some excuse of a prior engagement. So he and Rabies probably need to catch up. Rabies did get voted on setting the next course, and NFG Paresh got bullied into being the scribe despite protestations that the trail blazer could not be expected to write about the same trail…..

As is customary this was followed by Lunch, which was held at Szechenyi Hegy, and a good time was had by all.

It may have escaped most peoples notice but the walkers were not glowing as much as the runners. This suggests that they took a short cut back to the start, because if they hadn’t they would have walked past the nuclear facility that the runners went past on the last part of the course. A heavily fortified compound with watch towers and barbed wire, probably designed to keep the employees in.....Did NFG Paresh imagine a number of people running past them very fast on that last stretch? Perhaps the excessive dose of radiation and the heat may explain away the events of the day.

On On

NFG Paresh

Hulk's Photos



Hares: NFG Paresh with StAnus

Hashers: NFG Paresh, St Anus, Smokey Donkey, NFG Thomas (French), French Made, Rabies, Incredible Hulk, H'agi's, 10 Minutes Late, Run By Battery, Leaking Twat (John), and NFGs Thomas and Andrea

Tuesday, June 19, 2007

This week's Social Events

Wednesday: Dinner at Kama Sutra Indian restaurant.
Hot Flush writes:
Reservations has been made for 19.30 at Kama Sutra Wednesday the 20th of
june.
At the moment 10 people signed up so I am sure we will have a nice
atmosphere
It is still possible to sign up ... just give me a call or send an sms to 06
70 282 64 04



Thursday: Festival of Music

Summer Solstice.
Free concerts around the city. We should meet in the city park. Check back for details

Wednesday, June 13, 2007

June 10th - #851 Városliget

Hare: Smokey Donkey w/Baldrick
Pack: Run By Battery, Sex Tax, StAnus, Wash & Blow, Cheesy (I want a new name) Balls, 10 Minutes Late, Trigamist, NFG Thomas, NFG Nora, NFG Parash (sorry if spelled wrong) Visiter Thumper

Scribe: Cheesy Balls letting down the hash!

Tuesday, June 12, 2007

Social at Gödör Klub

Where: This week's social event will be held at Gödör Club
When: Thursday 8pm

There will be live music though I am not sure if it is inside or out. Drinks are normal BP prices and there is a very good outdoor environment.

If it is raining I guess we stick with the traditional meeting place, the Bastille.

On On

Click baby Bursting Bladder if you are still lost.

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I guess I really was looking forward to this week's social. So much so that I tricked my mind into reading my clock, digital to make matters worse, as 8:10 instead of 7:10 that it really was. So there I am just outside of the "pothole" when I see "Giving Head" sitting on the parkbench, who was there an hour early to "Give Hungarian" to Hot Flush in exchange for a little French lesson.
Mon stylo est grande et blu
Since I have studied but language to some small degree I thought I would sit in and try to refresh both.

Dark clouds formed just in time to start said social event. In a way it was beneficial since it cleared away some of the riffraff from the seats leaving them for us, and then managed to only spritz for a few minutes. Soon NFG Paresh arrived looking to quench his thirst after a hard day. By this time Hot Flush was getting a bit worried since poor NFG Thomas was lost at Deak ter (just across the street) and she didn't think he would be able to find the largest "pothole" next to the big park in the center of the city. Alas, he did and then we were 5.

Soon came Rabies tanned like one of the ladies, and I use this word lightly, you find out at Rio this time of year. I guess Franky has been enjoying his time up in the sky after shaking us a couple of weeks ago. Then came Baldrick with some tales of woe. He decided to share is misfortune with Wash & Blow by sending her to another bar close to us with a nice similar; Godot, priceless.

There was a local cover band doing their best imitations of Pink Floyd, Velvet Underground, Red Hot Chili Peppers, and a few others which I have managed to repress. Later there was a good band playing inside covering rock standards which we could hear well sitting under the uncovering starry night sky. Most people had dispersed for the evening except the usual suspects until surprisingly Cheesy Balls stumbled in at 11:45 for a couple of final beers for the evening.

I guess it could all be summed up like this: People came, Beers were drunk, sailors were killed, music played and everyone left. Sorry it to long to get to this simple point.