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2002-10-18 20:00:00 

CH4 #88 Østerport St. 

Hares: Sea-Xplanation 

Krak: 148 G1 

Special Full Moon Hash # 88 

Welcome to Miss Moneypenny 

after 13 year and 50+ runs 

2002-10-12 14:30:00 

CH3 #1287 TBA 

Hares: Woodstock the Bird & Speedy Bump 

Krak: 

2002-10-05 14:30:00 

CH3 #1286 Nivå Station 

Hares: Fire Hose 

Krak: 67 E3 

First Saturday run 

Dos thay go all the way in Madrid 

Who is he and what has the 

jaket to do with this. 

2002-05-27 run 1262 

Henningsens Allé 14, Hellerup 

Hares: Ib von Täinen, Speedy 

Bump & Swamp Thing 

Madrid Run 1111/1112 SPECIAL 

Page.14 

The Songs in Copenhagen Hash House Harriers 

To take out - middle pages 

2002-09-30 18:30:00 

CH3 #1285 Brønshøj Torv at 'Blomsterhytten' 

Hares: Viking 

Krak: 137 E5 

Last monday run 

2003-08-14 19:00:00 

Red Dress Run 2003 

Venue: Naxos Bar in downtown Aarhus 

Page. 4Soro this in Danish 

2002-09-29 14:30:00 

CH3 #1284 Rungsted Kyst Station 

Hares: Hard On 

Krak: 87 H1 

St. Michaels day run 

2003-08-12 19:00:00 

First ever Full Moon Interhash 

stay tuned for more news about the 

"First ever Full Moon Interhas" 

The never ending story’s bySeaX 

Rehash: 1261,1267,1268,1269,1270,1270 

Run #1258 - HHHNS run #200 

Venue: Jount run - P-lot of Kronborgvej and Lundegade. 

Circle in "Naverhulen" by Sct. Anna Gade 21 

Date: The run Monday 22 April 2002 

Hares: HHHHS. 

2002-09-27 09:00:00 

InterHash Goa 

http://www.goa2002.com/ 

2002-12-07 14:30:00 

CH3 #???? Svanemøllen St. 

Hares: Pretty Boy, Stallion and Wash'n'Grow 

Krak: 138 F3 

Christmas Party Run 

Pls wear christmas outfit 

Run #1252 

Venue: Holmen 

Date: Marts 23th, 2002 

Hares: Sleping partner, Speeding bump and Codpie 

Page. 3 

2002-09-23 18:30:00 

CH3 #1283 Hellerup Station 

Hares: Old Bailey 

Krak: 128 D6 

Onon at Café Esther 

2002-11-22 20:00:00 

CH4 #90 Enghave Station 

Hare: Ib von Täinen 

Krak: 148 A7 

2002-09-21 14:30:00 

CH4 #89 Lund C St., Sweden 

Hares: Lena, Aron, Public Hair, Popeye 

Krak: 

Full Moon at kulturnatten in Lund, Sweden, 

BBQ etc. will be arranged. 

Check http://www.ch3.dk/ch4/ for further details 

2002-10-19 14:30:00 

CH3 #1288 Sundby Station (Metro) 

Hares: Hard On & Codpiece 

Krak: 158 G4 

Opening of the Copenhagen Metro 

- bring kr. 20,00 for your ticket 

Run #1253 

Venue: Klampenborg Station 


Hares: Hard On / Swamp Thing 

Page.11 

REHASH 

CH3/CH4 RUNLIST 

The Poet Laureate



HASH HORN: Speedy Bump 

[Jacob Appel-Hansen - 21903889] 

HASH FLASH: Swamp Thing 

[Torben S. Jensen - 32590657] 

JOINTEE: Woodstock the Bird 

[Christina Kracht - 39290787] 

HARE RAISER: Her Holynose 

[Lene Kildegaard - 38711533] 

AMBASHADOR: Dollys Delight 

[Frank Hatzack - 26554497 (w)] 

HASH BEER: 2nd Class 

[Claes Heerup - 45880107] 

HABERDASH: Hard On 

[Michael Kristensen - 45767439] 

HASH MUSIC: Stallion 

[Erik Bruijn Brosius - 45410874] 

During the run we 

had an interesting 

encounter with a 

local. A young guy 

who didn't appreciate 

hashers 

calling out ON 

ON in front of his 

house. I guess he 

just had a really 

bad day or maybe the sad 

bastard was just really bored 

with his life and couldn't bear 

the thought of others having 

fun, guess we'll never know. 

Anyway he was very eager to 

point out that he had lived in 

this area for 8 years and had 

never experienced anything 

like this before, he looked as if 

he was ready to take on all of 

us and ended up repeatedly 

screaming at us to "behave 

like adults" - quite boring 

I personally 

thought it was a 

very nice run, I 

had not had any 

sleep for about 

32 hours when 

we set of but 

running in the 

woods, inhaling 

the smells of mud and wet 

leaves was very comforting 

and cleared my mind. The 

great thing about hashing is 

that you get to see so many 

beautiful or interesting places 

that you probably wouldn't 

see otherwise. My only 

complaint about the run was 

the non existing beerstops! 

What's up with that - thought 

this was a drinking club with a 

running problem! I quite 

appreciate those litlle "re- 

HASH SEC: Ib Von Täinen 

[Michael Harly - 23241112] 

HASH CASH: Her Holynose 

[Helene Dunbar - 39407774] 

RA (RELIGIOUS ADVISOR): 

Dino 

[Henrik Andersen - 27293520] 

MC (MASTER OF CEREMO- 

NIES): Bogey 

[Dirk Baillie - 26939330] 

GM (GRAND MATTRESS): 

Masochist 

[Lene Haakonsen - 44361779] 

Hole News 

Monday the 12 of August 

about thirty some hashers 

gathered at the parking lot by 

Hareskovby trainstation to go 

hashing in the beautiful setting 

of Hareskoven. The weather 

wasn't the best for 

a run, everybody 

kind of expected 

rain and our dear 

MC even brought 

an umbrella! But 

as it turned out 

there was no need 

for that and it was 

later pointed out 

that the run had in 

fact been too dry! 

In my humble 

opinion this was 

for the better. 

While some of us were busy 

laughing at this bizarre event 

the front runners, who missed 

out on most of 

this, had gotten 

far ahead and all 

of a sudden one 

of the dogs were 

missing, it later 

turned out that 

in fact Børste 

had joined the 

front runners 

and I guess it 

was in fact its 

owner who was 

lost - why did he 

not get a down 

down for this? 

really and also a first for most 

of us I would think. 

wards" along the run. 

The Hares however did make 

up for it later on at their lovely 

home where they treated us to 

sandwiches and all the wine 

and beer you could possibly 

wish for. My compliments to 

the Hares on "the sandwichbar" 

and especially the entertainment 

in the basement later 

on: Guitar jam by Ivan the 

Terrible and Blow Job. 

As usual it was a fun filled 

monday evening and I'm 

looking forward to next 

monday where we get to 

enjoy the surrondings of 

Birkerød. 

ON ON 

The Chaos Crew 

REHASH 

Run no 1276. 

Venue: Hareskov Station 

Hares: Featuring Masochist and Ivan the Terrible 

Date: 12th. August. 2002

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OnOn 

Sea-Xplanation 

Anybody for "Drink more 

beer!"? 

The tour started from a 

desolate building site on 

Holmen. The first flour 

tracks led the hashers past the 

new Architect School, some 

other art schools and some 

recently built apartments. 

Then on to Christianshavn 

where easy to follow tracks 

guided the hashers through 

some of the interesting old 

Good food and cold beers 

allways pleases a hasher, 

doesn't it? 

small introduction to the run 

the hashers set off. 

After the run Her Holynose 

invited for a nice OnOn at her 

place just opposite the venue 

of the run. Good job Her 

Holynose, even though parts 

of this run might be labelled 

city-run by the 2002 CH3 

committee with the motto "No 

more city runs!" :-) 

Your Rehash Extraordinaire 

Loping Scrotum" 

Små grå drinks were served 

in front of a water bus stop. 

The view also wasinteresting 

there. Buildings such as the 

Diamond and the headquarters 

of Nordea bank opposite. The 

eager runners took the tour 

back on their feet, running. 

For the rest of the pack a 

viable alternative was the 

harbour bus trip back to 

Sadly, only, Chris got christened 

'Sadly, only, Chris' by 

Bogey, obviously being a very 

suitable hashname! And the 

loads of flour mixed with piss 

warm beer, just plain gross. It 

was a fun act, Bogey reminded 

all of us about the 

f*cking holy carpet and how 

not to step on it, bt I then 

really don't know why the MC 

himself is allowed to mistreat 

the carpet after the circle? 

Bogey was seeing trying to 

clean the f*cking holy carpet 

by dragging it over some 

innocent schrubbery standing 

nearby, go check the pictures 

of the misdeed, somebody 

needs to talk to the GM about 

this! 

Woodstock the Festival 

kindly welcomed two guests 

from Burkina Faso (Velvet 

Tongue) and South-Africa 

(The Tulip eater). After a 

OnOn 

Flower Power 

Despite the cloudy, chilly, 

windy. weather and three 3 

different hares promising and 

then failing to set the run, it 

was an inspiring run, for it 

was not raining. And thanks to 

Codpiece the hashers could 

again take advantage of each 

others company and have an 

adventure also that Saturday. 

Again Copenhagen a bit 

differently experienced. All in 

all, good memories from the 

second last Saturday run first 

part of 2002. 

living quarters mixed with 

cafes and restaurants. After 

Knippelsbro had been trampled 

across a a left turn down 

a winding staircase led to a 

drink stop which was not far 

away. 

starting point. 

After the circle meeting some 

hashers chose to prolong their 

jabbering inside Gulliverís 

Pub. 

REHASH 

Run #1252 

Venue: Holmen 


Hares: Sleping partner, Speeding bump and Codpie



Selve løbet var 

årets første 

melløb. 

Glimrende lagt 

af PET, der 

excellerer med 

sin vandflaske 

fyldt med mel. 

Eller også er 

det 

børnepudder, 

som han 

rundhåndet 

hælder ned i 

bukserne på 

GM, når hans hudafskrabning 

truer 

Ved 

Naverhulen var 

der 

interimistisk 

mulighed for omklædning. 

Enkelte (dog ikke nok, syntes 

Then we were off, checking 

Samme tæppe lagde tæppe til 

2 x 200 løbs down-down til 

det umage par Masochist og 

Hash-Zeus eller hvad han nu 

hedder (Ivan the Terlebe, red. 

)med den gyldne hammer. 

Begge lagde an til russisk 

tungekys ved medlajeoverrækkelsen, 

men GM holdt 

sig i skindet. 

We had a fine little drinkstop 

half-way through, Cuban 

I was awarded the job as 

being a rehash, didn't find out 

what that was all about. 

Ros i øvrigt til officials, der 

havde sørget for transport af 

tasker med skiftetøj fra 

startstedet til 

målområdet. 

Også logistisk 

var 

arrangementet i 

top (herunder 

også en 

trillebørfuld øl 

ved pitstop 

undervejs). 

just returned from Sct. 

Petersburg, apparently newcomers 

to the CH3. As they 

were called forward to present 

themselves, Chris presented 

himself as "Sadly, only, Chris", 

as he was the only one not to 

have a hash-name. 

var med. Udover hans da 

meget festlige indslag, så 

betød det jo også, at Linda var 

med. Det er vi mange der satte 

pris på. Selvom vi hver især 

ser meget til hende i 

dagligdagen, så er det alligevel 

svært at passe ind, så ofte som 

man gerne vil. Derfor er det 

godt, at vi er så mange, der 

kan deles om opgaven. 

Circle blev afholdt i Naverhulens 

gård og rummede 

down-down til Haren, til g 

æster (kvinder) samt til vor 

egen GrandMaster, som det 

lykkedes at besudle ikke blot 

HHH Copenhagens i forvejen 

skidne tæppe med sin løbesko, 

men også deres drikkehorn 

efter først at have checket, om 

der var mere børnepudder på 

de (u)ædlere dele. 

You know what? We passed 

a place where somebody had 

stolen the tracks. Yes, DSB 

had lost several hundred 

meters of tracks, it was 

nowhere to be seen. Weird 

sight. Just afterwards I heard 

Sloptank and Sea-X in a 

discussion, where Sea-X 

mentioned something about 

common sense, to which 

Sloptank promptly replied: 

'Common Sense? Never met 

the fellow, who is he?' Perhaps 

Common Sense was out of 

town when somebody decided 

to steal the tracks?!? 

The circle started, and I had a 

good time until somebody 

reminded me that I was about 

to do this rehash-thing, Ib I 

think it was. Luckily to me, 

Sea-Xplanation kindly offered 

to do this piece of text for me, 

god bless his soul. 

Well, back at the circle we had 

the very fortunate experience 

of having only piss warm beer, 

what a thrill! Leftovers from 

sundays run had been stoved 

in a trunk all day, and had thus 

reached a very suitable temperature. 

Enkelte fra den flade stenbro 

gav dog udtryk for, at det var 

spændende at prøve bakker! – 

men brostenene på Kronborg 

syntes dog lidt for toppede. 

Men de klarede det og nåede 

ligesom vi andre frem til 

Naverhulen, hvor resten af 

det glimrende arrangement 

kunne tage sin begyndelse. 

We had a good turn-up at the 

start, including 2 guests from 

abroad and two danish expats 

Her Holynose had done a 

great job with the trail setting, 

lots of good little loops 

around one-legged roundabouts, 

long checkbacks for 

us FRA's. funny thing about 

these tricks added to a run is 

that you keep seeing people 

out there you otherwise 

would only see at the start of 

the run and at the circle 

afterwards. 

And you know what? When 

we got back to start most of 

the pack was there, I never 

found out where they passed 

us, must have been on Peter 

Bangsvej when I was out 

checking?!? 

Løbet som sådant var 

naturligvis ikke så hårdt, som 

til dagligt, hvilket skyldtes 

hensynet til vore gæster; 

kvinder og Københavnere. Vi 

fik bekræftet vort indtryk selv 

efter dette milde løb, at vi løb 

mere og drak mindre, end 

vore københavnske gæster er 

vant til. 

Well, it's not a question that 

will be answered this time, as I 

didn't go back there on this 

run either. This is what I saw 

in front of the pack. 

Mandag d. 22. april 2002 vil 

blive husket som dagen, hvor 

vi løb vort løb nr. 200 (altså 

fordi vi løb nr. 201 ugen før, 

så det kunne passe vores GM 

bedre). Men hvis ret skal være 

ret, så var det da rart, at han 

(grundet det store og tunge 

udstyr, han må slæbe rundt 

på). 

kvinderne som med én mund) 

glimt af bart kød kunne 

observeres. Kun få opdagede, 

at Helle klædte om (inderst til 

yderst) i brændeskuret, hvor 

man ved blot at stå let på tå 

kunne følge med. Det var 

Helle lidt ærgerlig over. ”Så 

kunne det være det samme”, 

som Helle efterfølgende 

udtalte. 

Ohboy, and the day was hot, 

hot, hot! To me it was fine, 

but some of the other hashers 

seemed to be suffering from 

the heat. 

"A question you often ask 

yourself being one of 'Front 

Runners Association', what 

happen's in the back of the 

pack? 

Then we were off again, and 

those of us being in the front 

had a good stretch through 

the park leading down to 

Damhussøen. From here I was 

told that most of the pack 

shortcutted (a term which 

meaning I am unaware of) 

back to start along 

Roskildevej, we continued 

half-way around the lake and 

found another couple of 

hundred meters of tracks 

missing as we were looping 

back to start. 

The run as seen from Loping 

Scrotum's point of view: 

out new territory, well, we 

haven't hashed in this area in 

recent years according to 

older members of the Copenhagen 

chapter of the FRA, so 

to me it was new territory. 

Caramel, good stuff even 

though I would have preferred 

Gatorade or some other sort 

of sportsdrink. 

REHASH 

Soro this in Danish 

Run #1258 - HHHNS run #200 

Venue: Jount run - P-lot of Kronborgvej and Lundegade. 

Circle in "Naverhulen" by Sct. Anna Gade 21 

Date: The run Monday 22 April 2002 

Hares: HHHHS. 

REHASH 

Run no: 1271 

Venue: Nordens plads 

Hare: Her Holynose 

Date: 15th of July, 2002



The trail started out from 

Femvejen through 

Bernstorffsparken, then 

through Hundemosen to 

Ermelunden and then back to 

Femvejen, sort of, like in 

In the forest green and deep In the forest green and deep 

there ain’t now slope or hill too steep, there ain’t now slope or hill too steep, 

and if he can help a friend and if he can help a friend 

he’ll reach the climax in the end he’ll reach the climax in the end 

Every fucking grey Monday Every fucking grey Monday 

Grand Master will lead the way. Grand Master will lead the way. 

He creeps up every other mile. He creeps up every other mile. 

He likes all things the doggy style. He likes all things the doggy style. 

The hares had done a good 

effort for putting down a 

smashing funny, good-sighted 

trail, yet as it started pouring 

down monday morning and 

continued throughout the day, 

not many markings had survived. 

And what a pity, this 

could have been in the top-6 

of runs this year! Kudos goes 

to the hares for their effort. 

The circle was held in the 

hares garage, and for some 

reason the MC wanted to 

bugger off early, so he came 

with some lame excuse about 

giving in to some complaint 

from Woodstock the Festival 

about circles being too long, 

so he only did 

three down 

downs after the 

traditional one for 

the hares. And no 

hashshit were 

given either? Is 

this a plot? Have 

Woody finally 

come through 

with his plan? 

Could his complaint 

about long 

circles be due to sinister 

calculations showing that the 

chances for him getting a 

down down will be minimized 

with the number of down 

downs given, especially with 

Pic. from 2002-07-14 run 

1270-Jyllinge 

ForHash: HashKor: 

Grand Master Chant med tilhørende koreografi: 

Undertegnede ForHash må 

erkende at være så bevæget 

over korets præstation, 

at jeg under premieren på det 

nye andet vers, måtte tage et 

Hæftet, der generøst er trykt 

hos landets bedste trykkeri, A- 

Argh, harumpf, and all shitty 

kinds of flying pigs! Third day 

in a row, I'm running around 

in a totally soaked t-shirt of 

heavy fabric. Geez, do you 

know what this does to ones 

nibbles? I have barely no skin 

left on my nibbles, which 

makes them hurt all the time. 

Should all of the males hashers 

start wearing bras on the 

run? Or just plaster them 

every time as the MC has been 

seen to do on occasions? Am I 

the only one who admits to 

suffer from t-shirt burns on my 

nibbles? Had it only been a 

proper rug-burn I would have 

had an initial pleassure out of 

it, but noooo! Haberdash, will 

we see a collection of male 

bras soon? 

højdepunkt, da det samlede, 

veltrimmede mandskor af 

HHHNZ herrer gav en mindre 

demonstration i den disciplin, 

der normalt omgiver 

mandagsløbene. Som en 

hyldest til GM i vores midte, 

som har ført os mere eller 

mindre helskindede igennem 

(ca.) 200 løb, fremførtes 

følgende Grand Master Chant 

(med tilhørende koreografi): 

Derudover gav Præsidenten os 

en kort indføring i 

Naverhulens historie, hvilket 

var uhyre interessant. 

Endvidere gjorde han rede for 

de strenge optagelseskrav, der 

udover en vis tid ude af landet 

blandt andet indeholdt 

kravet om, at man skulle være 

respektabel og ædruelig. 

Præsidenten måtte således 

erkende, at vor egen GM var 

blevet medlem på dispensation. 

Da samtlige medlemmer af 

HHHNZ af natur er åbne for 

kritik (andet kan ikke svare 

sig, har de lært på hjemmefronten), 

så lad det straks 

kundgøres, at næste oplag af 

hæftet for også at ære HHH 

Copenhagens fravær i det 

daglige vil bære titlen ”198 

Mondays without Women and 

Wankers”. 

As many of the markings had 

disappeared, it was great fun 

checking out, you were more 

or less able to choose your 

own right OnOn through the 

forrest bed, only to be corrected 

by the hares once in a 

while when you went too far 

off track. And the fun of 

jumping all the little ponds 

along the trail, making sure 

the rest of the pack got full 

value for their money of the 

shiggy, nothing beats mud 

stains all over oneself after a 

good hash run. 

OnOn 

Sea-X 

Efter dette var der ikke en 

hals tør og vi måtte trække ind 

i Naverhulen til mere øl, sild, 

snaps og ikke mindst Hash 

(biksemad), og hvilken 

biksemad! Il presidente de 

Naverhulen fortalte os blandt 

meget andet, at ingen 

nogensinde er gået sulten fra 

Naverhulen. Jeg tror ham. 

Denne mageløse biksemad slår 

selv gule ærter, som vor Mor 

åbnede dem. 

I tråd med dette følte et 

medlem af HHH Copenhagen 

sig kaldet til at påpege, at da 

både løb nr. 100 og 200 har 

indeholdt et antal af det 

omtalte køn, burde hæftet 

måske rettelig have heddet 

”198 Mondays without 

Women”. Boring! 

"I'm siiiiinging in the rain, just 

siiiiiinging in the rain, what a 

glorious feeeeeling, I'm hap 

hap happy again..." 

Nu er det jo en kendt sag, at 

HHH Copenhagen selv som 

gæster i vor landsdel konstant 

leder efter Mis-Management, 

hvor de kan finde det. De er i 

øvrigt kommet til de rette. 

On the subject of sensitive 

nibbles! 

generic terms, you know. 

the hash shit not being appointed? 

REHASH 

Run no: 1270 

Venue: Femvejen 

Hare: Janohmania and Thunderpiss 

Date: 22nd of July, 2002 

Disse og flere andre 

ligegyldige indlæg og udbrud 

lagde fint op til Circlens 

øjeblik for mig selv. For at 

sige det, som det er, så led jeg 

af hukommelsestab og déja-vu 

på samme tid: Jeg synes 

bestemt, at jeg havde glemt 

det her før. 

Samme GM og Hash-Cash 

havde begået et glimrende 

skriv (ikke skrev, Arne) 

under titlen ”200 Mondays 

without Women”



OnOn 

Sea-X 

Med henblik på løb nr. 300 

(297 i københavnsk 

tidsregning) kan jeg allerede 

nu garantere et tredje vers i 

GrandMaster Chant. Det 

bliver et vers, der vil rumme 

spænding, erotik, intriger, 

Flere har vel ræsonneret 

ligesom jeg, at 100 kr. for en 

ekstra kuvert + lidt danskvand 

var billigere end at tage end 

taxa hjem. 

Rumours on the run had it 

that Biggles had not only 

planned parts of the trail in 

advance, he should also had 

been setting parts of a trail in 

the area the day before! 

Unfortunately for Biggles this 

was done in the opposite 

direction from the station, 

compared to where he was 

now. That kind of s*cks, 

doesn't it? Well, Biggles were 

of, having little choice in 

choosing a direction from 

where Oeuf ended his trail. So 

Biggles did a good job, taking 

us from the shore back towards 

Greve and even let us 

pass the roadsign telling us 

that we now were in the 

countryside for real, we were 

outside greater Copenhagen! 

Shortly after this we were 

taken through an area of 

kolonihaver, down to some 

pipes along the rail tracks, 

leading over a stream. And 

YES, the trail went over the 

pipes, letting the pack balancing 

up there for approx 100 

So as the final words for the 

run, what did I think of the 

trail this day? Bloody excellent, 

especially the third leg of 

the trail :-) 

Uden at gå på kompromis 

med vores grundtvigianske 

grundtanker, må det være 

mig tilladt at glæde mig over, 

at vi disse få gange (offentligt) 

kan hilse på, kramme, kysse 

osv. hinandens koner. De er jo 

i grunden søde og har vel 

strengt taget også fortjent at 

blive vist frem en gang 

imellem. 

Jeg vil derfor foreslå den 

kætterske tanke, at vi den dag 

løber vort løb nr. 301, 

hvorefter vi kan løbe nr. 300 

ugen efter… 

Med tillæg af et par forårsløb, 

så ser det umiddelbart ud til at 

løb nr. 300 meget vel kan 

falde på mandag d. 8. marts 

2004. Allerede her må jeg 

råbe vagt i gevær! 

Som bekendt er d. 

8. marts kvindernes 

internationale 

kampdag. Så at 

højtideligholde 

dette løb (med 

kvinder) på netop 

denne dag, vil være 

at gøre ideologisk 

vold mod hele 

HHHNZ’ 

idégrundlag. 

First hare out was Oeuf who 

had been smart preparing a 

trail from the station down to 

f*cking middle of nowhere, 

almost at the sea-side. He got 

all the lead time he needed, as 

he was allowed to start on 

time. Why did he then get all 

the lead time he needed? 

Somebody notified Ib (standin 

MC for the day) that 

Blowjob was on his way, so 

we had to wait for him... And 

wait... And wait... And wait... 

Oeuf had done a fairly good 

and wellmarked job, and 

Biggles was the one to catch 

him where he had planned. 

Oeuf's little pocket size map 

did not cover more of the 

area, so he was not able to do 

more planning in advance... A 

good start of the trail Oeuf! 

I had just a small bit 

of a clue of where I 

was, yet quite sure 

about the direction 

for the station, so 

off I was, running 

zig-zag through the 

blocks of downtown 

Ishøj. The area is a 

total maze of 

blocks, courtyards, 

parking lots, paths, 

and lawns, so it was 

quite easy to keep out of sight 

of the chasing hashers, and 

quite easy making a fun run 

out of it. All you had to do 

was aiming for a different 

direction every time you 

passed a gateway between the 

courtyards in the area. That 

was about it, I made it back 

home the last bit of the way 

without being caught! 

Print, rummer et bagudrettet 

retrohistorisk tilbageblik set i 

bakspeglet fra det første 

jomfruelige løb i 1998 til altså 

løb nr. ca. 200. Mange gyldne 

øjeblikke er fastholdt i denne 

nostalgiske tryksag. Personligt 

kan jeg anbefale et gensyn 

med løb nr. 141. Minderne 

formeligt vælder frem. Jo, det 

var glade og ubekymrede 

dage…. 

jalousi, antydning af dyresex 

og meget andet. Kort sagt, 

fire handlingsmættede linjer 

om GM, som vil kunne 

chokere selv hærdede 

Hashere, men næppe Linda. 

Mikkel 

(Farum) 

Det passer mig i øvrigt heller 

ikke så godt den 8. marts. Der 

har jeg vasketur. 

REHASH 

Spin the bottle! 

the pack did a big loop along 

the seaside, through a number 

Yup, once again the funny of schrubberies, and the chase 

game of live haring, changing was on! We, the front of the 

hares as they get caught. pack, started checking in 

various directions, not allways 

following trail, instead 

shortcutting ahead trying to 

catch up with the hare. This 

gave a number of funny episodes, 

as you once in a while 

would see hashers running 

back towards the pack, as the 

pack was on flour, or crossing 

the trail comming from a 

strange direction. 

meters. Great fun and a good 

detail by Biggles. Shortly after 

this Biggles was spotted up 

front by your humble scribe, 

being a bit ahead of the rest of 

the pack, so I really had to 

make a run for it. I caught 

Biggles in a viaduct, and 

totally caught him by surprise. 

Biggles had just been scouting 

for the pack, and had not seen 

me, so he thought he was safe. 

Yes, I just made my day, and 

what a thrill! Biggles, you did 

good! 

Run no: 1269 

Venue: Ishøj St. 

Hare: Oeuf, Biggles, Sea-Xplanation 

Date: 8th of July, 2002



Scene #9: Circle. Bogey 

allmost stepping on the highly 

appraised, infamous, 

inreplaceable, f*ckin' holy 

carpet. Photo evidence of the 

incident. My, my, I wonder 

what would have happend if 

he actually had stepped on the 

highly appraised, infamous, 

There - problem solved 

I always imagined heaven 

would be like this! 

Marriage counselor. 

Scene #8: Oeuf "We need a 

drink stop, let's make one on 

this inn, anybody know where 

we are so that we can make 

our own way back?" 2nd 

Class knew the way home, 

and so we lost them... 

OnOn 

Sea-X 

"Now, what lesson can we derive from this experiment?" the teacher asked. 

Sean, who naturally sits at the back, raised his hand and wisely, responded, "Drink Guinness and 

you won't get worms." 


beer!"? 

A chemistry teacher wanted to teach his 12 year old students a lesson about the evils of dink, so 

he produced an experiment that involved a glass of water, a glass of Guinness and two worms. 

"Now, class. Observe the worms closely," said the teacher putting a worm first into the water. 

The worm in the water writhed about, happy as a worm in water could be. The second worm, he 

put into the Guinness. It writhed painfully, and quickly sank to the bottom, dead as a door nail. 

the pack from where we were 

going, having checked out the 

trail backwards? That's why 

you won't be a late cummin 

bastard, having to miss out a 

few essential check marks at 

the start of the trail. 

inreplaceable, f*ckin' holy 

carpet?!? Anyways, he got his 

DownDown for doing his 

stunt, and I suspect him for 

having that intention in the 

first place. Bogey, did you do 

this on purpose? 

The Evils of Drink 

The Irish corner



front of Skodsborg Hotel. Happily 

After recognising the devil, introducing 

a couple of returners and 

two visitors from Luanda Hash, 

Over Backwards and Went, the 

hares sent the pack on its way. 

Across the railway bridge, down the 

stairs to Strandvejen, back up the 

hill, then down again to the beach, 

a checkback and a check mark in 

So that’s the reason why most of 

you had to wade through the 

swamps. I lost the trail just before it 

got messy (I had enough trouble 

catching up with the babyjoggers) 

On On 

Codpiece 

Scene #3: Blowjob was asking 

about the story behind the 

At this point the MC couldn’t find 

any more excuses to keep us back 

so most of us hurried home for a 

quick version of the Shit, Shower 

and Shave thing before the big 

birthday party, but that’s another 

story. 

And so it came to happen that Old 

Bailey was fitted out with a devil’s 

fork, horns and, most important, 

with the GM’s (Blessed be her 

footsteps) red tablecloth, to 

celebrate his turning of yet another 

sharp corner. 666 hashes in just as 

may years are quite impressive. 

Third quote from the minutes: 

Haberdash has still 300 

pairs of black CH3 socks 

and wants to get rid of 

them. Upon which Bogey 

declares “I can fix that 

as well. If we set the 

birthdayhash in a swampy 

area we could get most 

of them to run straight 

through a stinking wet 

bog. And nobody likes to 

drive home in stinking 

wet socks. So as long as 

you bring the socks to 

the hash, I’ll make sure 

that you get rid of 

them” 

Scene #2: Good trail with lots 

of shiggy, moist conditions, 

just like we allways love 

Brøndbyøsterskoven. Show 

me some mud and I'll slide in 

it! 

Apparently the meeting was held at 

the GM’s (Blessed be her footsteps) 

place. And during the 

heated discussion of what to give to 

a hasher that has had 666 runs, 

someone spilled a glass of red wine 

all over the GM’s (Blessed be her 

footsteps) red tablecloth. Upon 

which Bogey declares 

“Oh, I have an idea! Why 

don’t we turn this table-cloth 

into a devil’s 

gown?” 

And it was the longest, and probably 

coldest, circle this year. There 

were down downs to Ed, the 

Breathless returner, as well as Over 

backwards and Went - the visitors 

from Luanda hash. The jubilants - 

Old Bailey (666) and Thirstig (600) 

– had to be retrained on the Holy 

F*cking Carpet, butt they still 

didn’t get a hang of it and spilled 

most of their beers down in front of 

themselves. Sure sign of old age if 

you ask me. Sloptank got a down 

down for the most spectacular 

entré, as he caught up with the MC 

15 minutes into the hash by 

crossing the railway line! 

possible, as it was covered 

with check back arrows all the 

way. Thus we had to run 

across the forest floor, passing 

the main path time and again. 

And to no surprise the walkers 

took advantage of the main 

path even at this early stage of 

the run, guess that's how they 

like it. At least the hares 

managed to keep the pack 

together allowing that behaviour. 

Scene #5: Down at the moat 

the trail went over across an 

old tree that had fallen over 

(such a diseased tree is also 

known as a log). For some 

reason most people chose to 

take a long-cut, running quite 

a bit to get around instead of 

mounting the log. I don't 

understand why. Ib von Tainen 

and Biggles made it over the 

log balancing upright, the rest 

of us crawled over sitting 

down. You needed to have 

very good *new* running 

shoes to keep your balance 

upright, terrain footsoles 

extravaganza, and most of us 

Scene #7: What the? Codpiece 

and STDI (or is that SDDI, or 

STTI, or SDTI?) approaching 

the trail came back towards 

them, at one time we had 

hashers almost all over the 

clearing, each running in their 

own direction. Good job, 

hares! 

And lo & behold - the hares were 

Woodstock the Festival and Bogey. 

After a wait stop we crossed yet 

another railway bridge and came 

through a quiet suburban area. 

Again the trail split but for some 

reason I ended up on the long 

runners trail and once again I found 

myself a mile or so behind the 

pack. Fortunately I spotted the 

babyjoggers on a shortcut so when 

the pack came out of the woods. 

Quote from the minutes: We 

don’t have any hares for 

the 1250/birthday hash 

yet. Upon which Bogey 

declares “I’ve got a 

squeeze on Woodstock the 

Festival, so I’ll get 

him to set the hash.” 

By now I was trailing the pack as 

usual so when a shortcut was 

announced I was happy to follow it. 

It went along the railway lines and 

this is where the latecoming 

Sloptank chose to make his entry: 

Yelling On On at the top of his 

lungs he came huffing and puffing 

across the railway lines. Only 

trouble for Sloptank was that he did 

this right in front of the MC. 

I stepped into some dog poo at the 

circle and while I was looking for 

something to wipe it off I accidentally 

stumbled upon the minutes 

from the last Committee Meeting. 

And suddenly it all seemed perfectly 

clear to me: The 1250 hash in 

Skodsborg was just a big coverup 

for the mismanagements fuckups! 

Fourth quote: From the 

birthdayparty sub-committee: 

The chef at the 

Hellerup Yachtclub is 

very busy on the day of 

the party, so the start 

of the party would be 

delayed for at least 

½anhour. Upon which 

Bogey declares “I can 

fix that as well. We 

just set the hash so far 

out in the woods that 

everyone will spend at 

least an hour getting 

back and forth. And if 

that isn’t good enough, 

I’ll make it the longest 

circle you ever saw. 

Hell, I’ll even throw in 

a couple of drinkstops 

to hold the pack back” 

Scene #4: Yet more 

slippery conditions, 

and loads of 

schrubberies to pass, 

even better! Ah, the 

hashing feeling of 

running up muddy, 

shiggy hills, figthing 

your way through 

schrubberies, knowing 

that you for sure 

are checking in the 

wrong direction, but no one 

else wanted to check it, and 

"it needs to be checked no 

matter what" 

trotting along I soon reached a 

checkback sign and headed up the 

stairs, only to find an On On mark. 

So I yelled On On butt no one 

seemed to care. 15 meters later I 

knew why – a huge X right after 

ONON? 

Scene #1: So shortcutting was 

allowed across check backs, 

excellent! Shortly after the 

start the trail lead into 

Brøndbyøsterskoven, doing 

loops to both sides of the main 

path. Running on the main 

path were suposedly not 

Scene #6: Trail detail. At a 

late point in time on the run 

we passed a clearing in the 

forrest. The trail took us down 

the rim of the clearing on the 

side we came to it. As we 

followed the trail, we found 

out that the trail continued 

along the rim, taking us almost 

all the way back to 

where we entered the clearing. 

Good fun seeing people 

starting shortcutting more and 

more, as they found out that 

but judging from the shoes and 

socks of those who went through 

the bogs, this part of the plan was 

masterfully executed. 

"Scenes from a hash run" 

fortresses on Vestvolden, and 

yes, we had Abu Nidal nearby, 

who immediately gave him all 

the answers, details and major 

history outlines, interesting as 

allways, and once again 

Blowjob got information 

overloaded. Thanks for the 

updates, Abu! 

didn't have that. The water in 

the moat did not seem too 

inviting, thus we took extra 

care. I know, wimps all of us, 

right? 

By Codpiece, your reporter on the scene 

The big ButtBurgh Birthday Conspiracy 

REHASH 

Run no: 1268 

Venue: Brøndbyøster St. 

Hare: Biggles & Cinderella 

Date: 1st of July, 2002



en medfött hög toleransnivå. 

Det är inte så vanligt att man 

har det. Men fler än hälften av 

dom som både har alkoholism 

i familjen och medfött hög 

toleransnivå får 

alkoholproblem själva. 

Orättvist men sant. Folk som 

tål mycket sprit brukar ofta 

skryta om det som om det 

vore något bra. Men "bra 

ölsinne" är inget annat än ett 

bevis på att man håller på att 

få alkoholproblem. Om man 

däremot har låg tolerans och 

blir berusad efter några få 

glas, har man faktiskt mindre 

risk att få alkoholproblem. 

Om man inte dricker mer och 

mer så att man höjer sin 

toleransnivå förstås. Hur 

vet man då om man ligger 

nära beroendegränsen? Ett 

sätt att beskriva det är så 

här: Tänk dig att varje 

människor har en linje rätt 

över kroppen. En slags nivå 

som ska uppnås innan man 

blir alkoholist. För somliga 

sitter linjen vid fotknölarna. 

Andra har sitt strek i 

öronhöjd. Förr eller senare når 

man dit om man bara blir 

berusad tillräckligt många 

gånger. För dom som har sitt 

strek långt ner går det ganska 

fort att dricka sig över det. 

För dom som har strecket 

högt upp tar det längre tid. 

Men när man har passerat 

strecket har alkoholen tagit 

kommandot över en och blivit 

viktigare än vänner, familjer, 

hundar, hästar, jobb och 

löften. Det finns många som 

tror att definitionen på en 

alkoholist är någon som 

drickar värje dag, medan det 

är fritt fram för vanligt 

hederligt folk att ta sig en 

sömniga, flammiga på halsen 

och lätt illamående efter ett 

enda glas vin. Att en sådan 

person ska bli alkoholist är ju 

rätt osannolikt. I gengäld finns 

det en massa folk som mår 

finnemang under berusning. 

Som upplever att dom blir 

roligare, modigare, snyggare. 

Som älskar själva ruset. 

Självklart är man ute på halare 

is om man är en sådan figur. 

När man väl har blivit fysiskt 

beroende av alkohol är det 

omöjligt att dricka normalt. 

Då har alkoholen blivit chef 

över alltihop och mandricker 

mer och mer trots att man 

borde hålla sig nykter resten 

OnOn 

Sea-X 

A last minute spur-of-themoment 

bit of madness saw 

Bare Ass Burns of the Houston 

On-The-Rag Hash and 

yours truly book a ticket to 

arrive in Copenhagen 4 hours 

later for Easter. Being the 

careful planners that we are 

Anyway f*ch that. I suppose 

I’m going to have to unravel 

the effects of Codpiece and 

Pop-Eye’s Ale Sampling in 

Gullivers on Sunday evening 

and try and remember what 

actually happened the day 

before. 

THE RUN REPORT 

Well I thought I’d be clever 

and search the web for info on 

Klampenborg and copy and 

paste it into the r*n report to 

save a bit if time but of course 

it’s all in f*cking Swahilee. 

But ….. I did find a sight that 

looks interesting www.infobakken.dk 

at least it mentions 

pub-crawl and there’s a picture 

of a semi-naked woman 

on the front page ….. guess 

you guys could check it out 

and tell me what it’s all about. 

travelbags and fired off a 

quick Email to the two people 

I had in my Email list (coz 

your f’in Web Site was down 

down wasn;t it). Anyway 

Saturday morning’s hangover 

came around and Codpiece 

had sent us the r*n details so 

it was back to the room to get 

changed. Stallion apparently is 

too busy changing baby’s 

nappies these days to 

bother keeping in touch 

with his old drinking 

buddies that remind him 

only too well of his long 

gone bachelor days …. 

UNLUCKY !!! Party Prick 

had apparently recently 

robbed a bank and was 

moving into a castle just 

outside the city. 

Seconds later we nearly 

got arrested. Now in 

Amsterdam you can click 

your Strippenkaart Travel 

Tickets on the train … not 

a lot of people know this 

(honest) but in Copenhagen 

you’re apparently supposed to 

do this on the platform. EM 

… Hello mister ticket inspec- 

man that I am the wallet was 

safely in the car … Phew !!! 

…After the preliminaries we 

set-off…. Bogey had in- 


beer!"? 

After about 30 

minutes of wondering 

about with NO PUB in 

sight (hares take note) we 

found the pack in a car park. 

Spotted Bogey a mile off and 

later on another familiar face 

Elephant Cook arrived. 

BareAssBurn immediately 

descended on the Haberdasher 

and wanted one of everything 

… but being the good Scots- 

bläcka varje helg. Så är det 

inte. I verkligheten finns det 

människor som kan dricka ett 

eller ett par glas vin om dagen 

i hela sitt liv utan att någonsin 

få problem. Framför allt finns 

det människor som börjar med 

att festa på helgerna och som 

så småningom blir beroende 

av alkohol. Det spelar 

dessvärre ingen roll om man 

är glad eller ledsen när man 

dricker. Att ha hul är minst 

lika risikabelt som att dränka 

sina sorger. Hur man reagerar 

på alkohol spelar däremot roll. 

Det finns människor som helt 

enkelt inte mår särskilt bra när 

dom drickar. Som blir 

av livet. Men innan man har 

blivit beroende dyker det upp 

varningssignaler. I det läget 

har man fortfarande chansen 

att göra något åt saken och 

slippa bli alkoholist. 

Varningssignalerna kan 

exempelvis vara att man gör 

bort sig på fyllan och säger 

saker man ångrar. Att man 

kommer för sent till jobbet för 

att man är bakis och får 

minnesluckor ibland. Om man 

inte trappar ner i det läget går 

man snart över sin gräns och 

blir beroende. Det är ganska 

självklart. Att man pratar högt 

om sina fylleminnen på jobbet, 

att man vill ha medlidande för 

sin ohyggliga baksmälla, 

att man tjatar på den som 

dricker ramlösa att 

skärpa till sig och 

beställa en drink - beror 

kanske på kunskapsbrist. 

För om alla visste det du 

vet nu skulle dom 

kaqnske hålla detaljerna 

om sin baksmälla för sig 

själva. Många skulle 

förmodligen fortsätta att 

ha kul och bli fulla någon 

gång. Men kanske inte fullt 

lika fulla och kanske inte fullt 

lika ofta. Och dom skulle nog 

inte göra livet surt för den 

som väljer att ta ett glas vatten 

mellan varven. Hoppsan vad 

långt det blev det här. Vad du 

vill göra med det är helt upp 

till dig, men det kan väl aldrig 

skada att veta hur det ligger 

till. 

Guess it serves you right when 

you just decide at the last 

minute to see if there’s a hash 

going on. Anyway thanks to 

Codpiece’s Email and phone 

call we found out where it was 

all happening. 

SHIT !! Its 12:30 the r*n 

starts in two hours. 

SHIT !! It says to wear Xmas 

gear. 

we threw some hash T-Shirts 

and r*nning shoes into the 

already lightweight (NOT) 

tor I’ve got a confession to 

make …. But thanks to 

BareAssBurn’s pleading and a 

promise that sh;ed 

flash her tits we got 

let off with a 

potential 800 

Crown fine that we 

later learned when 

we bumped into 

Jens at the station. 

REHASH 

Haggissimo’s Version 

Run #1253 

Venue: Klampenborg Station 


Hares: Hard On / Swamp Thing



Seems like Popeye and Bare 

Ass Burn were the only two 

missing at the Beer Stop and 

ON…ON… Haggissimo & 

Bare Ass Burn 

3. I then ask the circle if any 

of them think they are eligible, 

and Woodstock the Festival 

We then r*n a good rugged 

trail through the shiggy of the 

King’s Old hunting grounds 

where there were a few 

memorable moments – being 

confronted by a stag at close 

range, seeing some mad 

b*st*rd r*nning clean through 

a herd of deer that were 

crossing the road, the Aquavit 

stop courtesy of Hard On / 

Swamp Thing, Bogey playing 

The Stag and marking his own 

tree with his urine – proudly 

proclaiming that he was the 

M.C. this week and could do 

what the f*ck he wanted 

(guess that’ll be a down down 

at next week’s r*n then). 

THE CIRCLE 

This is where we need Bogey’s 

help since he’s got all 

the Down Down notes. Despite 

looking at the photo’s I 

can hardly recall what 

happenned. I do remember 

sitting on a carpet with 

BareAssBurn and being made 

to watch while she sucked on 

a Viking’s Horn whilst I drank 

a can of Xmas beer. 

2. Informed by absentee Ib 

(yes - “Hash Shit” Ib) via 

Flour Power that the most 

eligible hasher for the Yellow 

T-shirt is Hard On, I give him 

the shirt and down-down him. 

And Hard On - stupid bastard 

that he is - takes the downdown 

and THEN informs me 

that he was not present at last 

weeks run and is therefore 

NOT eligible for the Yellow tshirt! 

"Hej! Jeg har noterat att du 

festar rätt hårt. Omtänksam 

och god som jäg är tänkte jag 

bara passa på att berätta några 

grejer som kan vara 

interessanta att veta. När man 

frågar folk vad det är för ena 

som blir alkoholister, svarar 

dom allra flesta att det är 

människor som exempelvis är 

deprimerade, arbetslösa, 

psykiskt sjuka eller fattiga. 

Svaga människor. Folk utan 

karaktär. Man ser alkisar på 

psykiskt sjuka, fattiga, 

arbetslösa eller olyckliga får 

alkoholproblem oftare än 

andra. Däremot finns det 

forskning som visar att dom 

impulsiva, sociala och 

sensationssökande har en 

aning lättare att trilla dit. Att 

många alkoholister har 

psykiska problem är bevisat. 

Men alkoholberoendet 

kommer ofta föra problemen. 

Och nu kommer vi til någat 

viktigt: Risken att få 

Turned-up. Met BareAssBurn, 

got earache. 

Popeye’s Version 

1. The hares Hard On and 

Swamp Thing for setting the 

run. 

Bogey’s Version 

Bogeys Notes on the Down 

Downs (by Bogey): 

Then it was a highly informative 

trail that we took (Elephant 

Cook was busy telling 

me that the stretch of water 

was indeed the Baltic Sea 

while PopEye was telling Bare 

Ass that the same stretch of 

water was in fact ‘The 

Sound’) … seems funny that a 

nation of explorers would 

have problems with geography. 

Turned-up, met Popeye, got 

way’laid’ for two hours, lost 

trail, missed the beer-stop. 

Thought I’d got lucky but 

then found out his name was 

Elephant Cook not Co*k. 

structed the pack to look after 

us …. More of that later. 

We’d gone no more than 100 

metres when BareAssBurn 

decided to show us how to 

handle Danish Motor Bikes. 

Straight ON…ON… to the 

middle of the road, looking in 

the wrong direction and nearly 

presenting CH3 with a King 

Sized Human Texan Burger 

(how the cyclist missed her 

god only knows). 

BareAssBurn’s Version 

And now to something completely 

different, something 

Codpiece found in Malmö 3 

days before this run, something 

he wanted me to get into 

the newsletter, a postcard with 

the following text: 

And so it was back to a highly 

entertaining circle with a lot of 

laughter and even more beer. 

C U in GOA September 27-29 

2002. 

rumours abounded to where 

they’d got to when we literally 

‘came’ across them as we 

were being chased by horses 

down the home stretch. 

Thanks for a great week-end 

…. we’ll be back …. For the 

1500th !! 

The trail was long and tough if 

you ran all of it, it was in the 

area around Churchillparken 

and Kastellet. We had rain and 

sun. Good run Dolly! 

parkbänkar och vid en hastig 

anblick tycks dom vara allt det 

där. Men just dom är ingen 

representativ alkoholistgrupp. 

Dom syns rätt väl. Men dom 

utgör bara några få procent av 

landets alkoholister. Vi intalar 

oss nog alla att alkoholism 

bara drabbar andra människor. 

Inte starka, sociala, 

utåtriktade personer som just 

vi. Problemet är att det inte är 

sant. Ingenting tyder på att 

alkoholproblem är individuell. 

Det är som met fetma. 

Somliga går upp ett kilo av att 

snegla på en påse godis, andra 

äter vispgrädde med sked utan 

att lägga på sig ett hekto. Det 

är helt enkelt orättvist från 

början. Och samma sak är det 

med alkoholproblem. Därför 

kian man inte jämföra sig med 

människor runtomkring en. 

Vilka har då störst risk att få 

alkoholproblem? Det finns 

flera saker som avgör. Mest 

av allt har det förstås med 

livsstilen att göra. Man kan 

inte bli beroende av alkohol 

om man inte drickar 

någonting. Och den som 

dricker tillräckligt mycket och 

ofta blir garanterat alkoholist 

så småningom. Det tar bara 

olika lång tid för olika 

människor. Arvet har 

betydelse. Om man har någon 

förälder eller mor/farförälder 

som är beroende av alkohol 

har man högra risk att själva 

få alkoholproblem. 

Toleransnivån är också 

avgörande. Att man har hög 

toleransnivå betyder helt 

enkelt att man kan dricka 

mycket alkohol utan att bli 

full. Kan man det så har man 

störra risk att bli beroende än 

någon som påverkas lätt. Det 

finns människor som har et 

medfött hög toleransnivå. 

Tänka dig tillbaka till den tid 

då du började dricka alkohol. 

Blev dina kompisar fulla långt 

före dig, trots att ni drack 

ungefär lika mycket? Kunde 

du supa vem som helst under 

bordet? I så fall kanske du har 

“Never Let The Truth Get In 

The Way Of A Good Story” 

REHASH 

Run no: 1267 

Venue: Chruchill parken 

Hare: Dollys Delight 

Date: 24th of June, 2002



I am not really sure how 

many drink stops there were 

in all, as I probably didn’t 

pass them. Evidently I was 

not alone. At one drink stop 

I was still clear-headed 

enough to count that most of 

the pack were absent. Unfortunately 

for them they 

missed the well-seasoned 

Christmas beer! At one time 

we climbed the top of a 

convincing representation of 

the fare away German 

mountain and sang or were 

we hauling. Then we were 

lured through mosquitoinfected 

woodlands, across 

railways and streams. And 

suddenly I found myself all 

alone - with Ivan the Terrible 

straying the outbacks of 

Virum, Holte or … completely 

lost. Then I said to 

myself. FireHose, I said. You 

the way. Which didn’t help 

much on the dry spot, I must 

add. Two hours, a hard beginning 

of a long Midsummer’s 

Eve. Holy Gunsmoke! 

Mutthead and lovely Tadpole 

had prepared a higgledypiggledy 

evening with 

saladdd barr, 

B-bbb-q, 

bonnnfire and 

beeeeer in 

their beautiful 

garden, which 

by the way 

were half a 

torn down 

shed and an 

able tree short 

after the event. 

13. Popeye and Public Hair 

for arriving in a taxi - and an 

open sports-car taxi at that! 

6. Half-Pint and Lene for 

being the CH3 Swedish Chapter. 

(After which the likely lad 

empties the rest of the horn 

over mum’s head! “He may be 

a joy to his mother” - but I 

think NOT at that moment! 

12. Slop Tank for the opposite 

offence - blowing our bloody 

eardrums out every time he 

yells ON ON. 

5. Bogey says “F*ck this - the 

shirt stays with Rusty!”. 

On On 

FireHose 

PS To the Hosts: Thanks for a 

pleasant evening – we will bring 

the apple pie next year. 

4. Amidst much struggling, 

wailing and 

gnashing of 

teeth we 

manage to 

wrench the 

Yellow tshirt 

from 

Woodstock’s 

grasp. The 

shirt is given 

to Rusty 

Dick and he 

gets his 

down-down 

. . . . during 

which 

Father Abraham , still at my 

side, says “No, actually 

Swamp Thing has more 

consecutive runs than Rusty - 

he should have the shirt.” 

11. Woodstock 

the Festival, 

Father 

Abraham, 

Loping Scrotum 

and Abu Nidal for silent 

front-running without helping 

the pack by calling ON ON. 

Concluded by Father Abe 

emptying the best part of a 

beer over his (ex) hash mate 

Loping Scrotum’s head when 

the song got to the “over your 

head” part. 

18. And the Hash Hymn 

and Huggi Huggi Huggi, 

and ON ON. 

10. 

BareAssBurn 

and Haggissimo 

on the Holy 

F*cking Carpet 

to get their 

Visitors Welcomedowndown. 

17. Haggissimo for giving us 

his “Ring-arang-aroo”song. 

Call it what you like - it was a 

witch of a run – I figure it was 

from about here to Bloksbjerg 

(for your information 

Bloksbjerg is somewhere in 

Germany) and half way back 

It must have taken the two 

hares several days even on a 

broomstick to set it. They 

took us through a beautiful 

midsummer’s scenery and 

generously poured a sticky 

yellow American sports fluid 

into our all-consuming dry 

funnels. Luckily they remembered 

to contaminate the all 

too sweet drink with plenty of 

vodka and with the reduced 

viscosity it was peasant and 

drinkable. 

immediately says he is. 

(Woodstock has a chip operated 

into his brain - what of it 

there is - which makes him 

think that he is ALWAYS the 

person who should have the 

Yellow t-shirt.) Woodstock 

gets the shirt and a downdown 

. . . . during which 

Father Abraham sidles up to 

me with the run sheet in his 

hand and says that it actually 

is Rusty Dick who should 

have the shirt. 

9. BareAssBurn for trying to 

get herself stuck to the front 

of a motor bike to become its 

decorative mascot. 

16. Bogey down-downed as 

“Hash-shit” by Popeye for not 

having the horn at the previous 

run. Since Bogey himself 

was not at the previous run 

either, he had a little difficulty 

in seeing the logic of expecting 

the horn to appear there 

on its own, but took his 

down-down anyway. 

have to exercise the local 

lingo. Luckily we found some 

friendly looking lawn moving 

natives and were directed the 

right way – fortunately and 

amazingly we got back. Ivan 

the big T and I even had 

fighting spirit enough for a 

good political discussion on 

After the usual DownDown 

for minor felonies well directed 

by our eloquently 

speaking MC Boggs, but of 

which I don’t remember 

much, as I was concentrating 

on the dry spot, we finally 

were allowed to drink at our 

own pace. 

Now grill fire were lit and 

Hasher tossed chicken carcasses, 

self-propelling sausages 

and what have you on 

the fire. With plenty of beer 

everything goes. There was 

the usual commotion as 

Hashers with meat superior 

quality were watching over 

their kills as any other vulture. 

Eventually we were all well 

stuffed, relaxed and ready to 

enjoy the evening – except for 

Codpiece (need I say more), 

who was too busy feeding the 

fire under my watchful supervision. 

8. Elephant Cook (Hash- 

Christmas-Tree-Walking) for 

being a returner. 

15. Her Holy Nose for being 

the only wrong-twit . (Took 

the Wear Christmas Gear 

message seriously - and then 

put on a yellow cap!) 

REHASH 

Run #1266 

Venue: Holmevej 34, Virum Krak: 107 A6 

Saint Hans or Midsummer walks with beer and bonfire. 

Date: June 23th, 2002 

Hares: Stallion and Butthead (hereinafter Callous and Mutthead) 

7. Flour Power for asking me: 

“Why do you go around 

making notes in that little 

note-book?” Why not just 

come up to me and say “MC; 

I want to be down-downed 

today, please”! 

14. Hard On, Swamp Thing 

and Loping Scrotum for being 

the only twits to take the Wear 

Christmas Gear message 

seriously and wear their red 

“Christmas elves” caps.



Friday night saw the Puzzle Tour of 

Madrileño bars. About 50 hashers 

participated in this and anybody 

starting the tour in a sober state 

might have stood half a chance of 

answering the 15 questions which 

ranged from naming the benefactor 

of the horse statue in Plaza Oriente 

to putting the name to a budgie in 

Casa Boni .. and these were the 

cleaner of the questions. Tight Fit 

decided on which group had the 

Warm Up Events 

The whole weekend actually kicked 

of on the Thursday (23 rd ) night 

with El Porteño organising a welcoming 

pissup at at a traditional Spanish 

watering den. Well … er …. it was 

in fact an Irish bar in Bilbao. Still, 

well appreciated, I´m sure, by the 

participants who by about 3.00 in 

the morning really couldn´t have 

told the difference anyway. 

The 1111 Run 

The 20 minute delay in the departure 

of the coach from Templo de 

Debod saw But For What munching 

on his nails, then his fingers and 

wisely stopping at his armpits. Problem 

was that logistics of getting the 

100 odd hashers to 

Cercedilla train station 

to catch the 

1.30 train to 

Navacerrada was a 

vital ingredient to 

the whole event. No 

Hasher on said train 

may have meant no 

Hash - a bit of a 

bummer for those 

who had travelled up 

to 3000 miles to be 

with us. As it was, 

everybody made it to 

the train with 10 

minutes to spare – and from then 

on in it was all down hill – literally. 

Breathtaking views from 1800m 

were to be had as we dodged the 

laid-up chair lifts. The pack split 

50/50 between the macho and the 

wimp trails and that percentage may 

have been slightly different had Le 

Pro not hoodwinked a few of us (including 

the author Godamnit!) into 

following him onto the Wimpy bit. 

“Follow me lads. I know what I´m 

doing”. Apparently his Great Great 

Grandfather, Captain Angus Le Pro 

led the Charge of the Light Brigade. 

The RA got his own back, however, 

when he informed the air-punching 

Le Pro that he in fact was NOT the 

first person back from the Macho 

trail. Our Tartan Tart then spent 

the next hour telling anybody that 

would listen (that wasn´t too many 

mind you) that the Wimp´s trail 

wasn´t really all that wimpish and 

Sad Bastard flouted international 

“No Business on the Hash” rules by 

having his company name printed on 

the Hash 1111 vest in such a way as 

to suggest that, in fact, the Hash 

vest was an afterthought to his advertising 

spot. 

Just In (again) cheated on the Quiz 

Tour by instructing the barman at 

Casa Boni to give a false name for 

his budgie when asked by successive 

Quiz groups. 

Masticator (Frankfurt) tried to pay 

for the weekend by overseas bank 

payment as advised by Just In. The 

instruction was rejected and for his 

pains the hapless hasher was 

charged a 20 dollar bank commission. 

A Warm Welcome to Madrid ….. Rat 

Without a Snatch thought that 

Freddy Mercury look-alaike, Loping 

Scrotum (Copenhagen), was eyeing 

him up in the bar when in fact he 

was looking for a MH3 member. So, 

Rat Was gallantly ignored him and, 

at one point, was close to giving 

him a bloody good slugging if he 

didn´t stop this perverted behaviour. 

We started up running 

through parts of the park 

around Kastellet crossing 

over the rail bridge to 

Østerbro. The speciality of 

this run was drink stops 

and local songs in front of 

the various Embassies 

provided by the hares 

Stallion and Her 

Holynose. First drink 

stop was in front of the 

Russian Embassy 

where Smirnoff was 

served to the thirsty 

crowd. Crossing 

around the streets of 

Østerbro next Embassy 

to visit was the 

British where Gin 

Tonics we-re served 

along with singing out 

Continuing running towards 

Lille Triangel we 

crossed over to check out 

Foreword 

The build up to the MH3 1111 Nash 

Hash started about 5 months ago 

with the formation of the special 

1111 sub-committee consisting of 

Culchie, Too Long and Just In. The 

hurdles overcome by these people 

– subsequently assisted by many 

others - were numerous and, as a 

result of their dedication and attention 

to detail the whole weekend, 

in the opinion of all bar none, 

was a complete success. RA arranged 

the sunshine, the Hares did 

a splendid job in setting the trails 

and the difficult task of moving 

100+ hashers around was accomplished 

without too many loses . …. 

apart from the loss of our beer tent 

that is. More later! 

And then there was the Beer Tent 

episode ……………………………………… 

Down Downs 

This write up could go on all day as 

the circle went on for a good 90 

minutes. Space and time - and the 

absence of But For What´s notes 

– makes it impossible to list here 

all the newkummers, returnees etc 

so we´ll have to skip it this week. 

Apologies to all those affected. A 

mixture of guest speakers and a 

plethera of snitching/stupidity provided 

a rich vein of humour to take 

us through the afternoon. Highlights 

as follows: 

Then it was very 

short track to 

next drink stop in 

front of the 

American Embassy 

– short 

cutters could run 

back to starting 

point 100 meters 

away. The security 

officer was on 

the spot requesting 

us away from 

the immediate front of the 

Embassy so we moved our 

selves 5 meters to please 

him enjoying whisky I think 

it was accompanied by 

singing out loud again. 

best looking Harriettes and marked 

the returned papers accordingly. It 

fell upon Rat Without A Snatch to 

introduce a decider round which involved 

the drinking of copious 

amounts of alcohol through very 

thin straws. Vaseline´s group won 

by a head (Head? Who said ….). For 

most the evening went well past 

2.00 am thus leaving Hashers in a 

perfect state for the trials and 

tribulations of the following days´s 

featured 1111 Nash Hash event. 

Average timing for the run was 2 

hours 15 ish. That average would 

have been much reduced had Gangplank 

and Lady Caroline not decided 

to romp home an hour after the arrival 

of the stragglers. Romping being 

the operative word we suspect! 

on a normal weekend it would really 

have been a macho trail. Yes … quite! 

Around 25 Hashers met for 

the Embassy run around 

Østerbro in a warm and 

sunny evening. 3 visitors 

joined us – from Boston 

Hash Carla Martino “ 

Fucks like a rabbit”, Alisa 

Legor “Piss Stop” and from 

Dublin Hash “STTI”. 

loud. Running through 

different check backs with 

the usual fastest runners in 

front we ended up in the 

churchyard of Holmen next 

to the Ameri-can Embassy 

and visited the grave of Sir 

John. 

the churchyard on the 

opposite corner and ended 

up in Stockholmsgade in 

front of the German Embassy. 

Some apricot 

brandy was served and 

here Stallion got help from 

his wife Gaby and 3 other 

hashers singing the song. 

We finished up at 20hrs in 

Østre Anlæg for on on after 

around 3 km – all in all a 

short but enjoyable run. 

Run 1111 SPECIAL – The “We´re On The Level” Nash Hash 

Featured Hares – But For What, Fat Boy Porteño, Shakespeare. 

Location – Navacerrada to Cercedilla - Saturday 25th May 2002 

REHASH 

Run # 1264 

Venue: Østerport St. 

Date: 10. June 2002 

Hares: Stallion & Her Holynose



captian on the Marie Celeste. 

Gangplank (Mijas RA – poor bastards!). 

How can this man have a 

sense of direction if he doesn´t 

have any sense at all? Don´t sailors 

have an inbuilt compass? Apparently 

his sea-faring forefather was 

Over to you Just In …….. 

Yes, 

she 

dit. 

Godmother. The lack of serrano ham 

at the picnic was noted and, under 

interrogation, was traced to the 

fridge of this, up until now, trustworthy 

committee member. (Just 

thought you should know Godmother 

that it was Le Pro who snitched on 

this one). 

El Porteño took control of the situation 

when he advised the bus 

driver to “nip off home and grab 

lunch. You don´t have to be back 

till 6.30” ignoring the fact that 

said bus contained personal belongings 

of half of the Hash. 

Now, I´m not going to go into too 

much detail here because your 

scribe for Saturday, Titus Fiticus, 

has agreed to let the Sunday scribe, 

Just In, take over from this point 

on. But we all know what a shrinking 

violet Just In really is. His extreme 

modesty will surely prevent him 

from going into depth on his performance 

so suffice to say that this 

man (who´s claim to fame is that 

he once sang accompanied by the 

Stranglers – until they let him out 

of Broadmoor that is!) is a man of 

many talents. 

Joking aside, I haven’t seen such a 

tight band for a long time and very 

few groups would be able to produce 

that amount of well-harmonised 

noise with a 7-piece band! Their 

music was so contagious that even 

Sidewinder, who had broken both 

her legs (and what legs!) on the 

mountains and had been carried to 

the restaurant on a stretcher by 

our two male nurses, got up and 

boogied! In fact, even Graham 

Chapman, the Hash’s own Lazarus 

undid his swathing and bopped till 

he dropped (once again). I rest my 

case. 

Too Long. I dunno. Luxury can´t 

trust this man with anything. She 

puts him in charge of the beer tent, 

turns her back for ten minutes and 

he´s lost the bloody thing. Quite a 

feat really as it measured 30 cubic 

metres, had 30 chairs, 8 tables, a 

Ford Transit and a 2000mw generator 

attached to it. Apparently the 

police opinioned that the generator 

might be polluting 

what was the 

National Park … 

so they toed it 

away on the back 

of a cabon monoxide-spewing 

police van. 

Bloody Hitlers! 

Luckily the MH3 

had 6 coolers of 

beer floating 

around in the 

back of various 

hashers boots. 

Quite normal really! 

Give Me The Night 

The coach left the site at 8.00 ish, 

by which time everybody was so 

pissed that nobody on the coach 

noticed that the driver had peeled 

off from the 

Hash convoy. 

Panic phone calls 

from an equally 

pissed But For 

What in the lead 

car kind of got 

us back on track. 

Impressive restaurantorganised 

by Culchie. 

Chandeliers to 

swing from, unlimited 

beer, excellent 

nosh the 

likes of which rarely seen at Hashing 

events. No Greasy Lil´s for the 

Hash tonight. ……. and then the entertainment……. 

But, that was not all, since after the 

usual long drawn-out voting session 

(which surprisingly was won by Stiff 

Nipple, our Swiss contestant, without 

so much as a nursery rhyme for 

a contribution), we were feasted on 

a star performance by Los 

Despreciables . Eat your heart out 

Rosa! 

Le Pro for leading the RA on a Wimp 

trail. Bastard! 

The wi**er was our very own 

Howler. This must be the first time 

in Hash legend that a Harriette has 

won Shit of the Day for having a 

Shit in the Night in front of royalty. 

OnOn 

Sea-Xplanation 

Shit of the Day candidates were: 

Here's to more long trails and 

more cool beer at the end! 

Toilet Tart (Mijas) was selling Mijas 

haberdashery in direct competition 

to our own product. She had no licence, 

no permission …. and no customers. 

Serves herself right. 

their regular place for drinking 

and making out, and they did 

now not know where to go 

instead. I stayed for a while 

before going back home" 

But For What and Spoons – the 

Captain Manwaring and Corporal 

Jones of the MH3 – mislaid their 

bag of credit cards etc. They received 

a call from a guy who found 

the bag so they drove 10 kilometres 

to pick it up, only to find that BFW 

had misheard the directions and, in 

fact, the guy making the original call 

was only five metres away from 

where they were in the first place. 

Howler. Had a crap during the puzzle 

tour in front of the King´s Palace. 

At least she has some class. 

Turned up an hour late with his Lady 

Caroline in tow and looking the 

worse for wear. Hair all over the 

place…… 

Well, what can you say after 

that? I was going to give you an indepth 

description of our entertainment 

that night, dwelling mostly on 

the most surprising re-appearance 

of Graham Chapman & the spectacular 

performance of Benny Dover, 

the “key” member (geddit?) of that 

fabulous Swedish quartet. But, my 

supposed modesty obliges me to 

concentrate on the other contestants 

of our Euro Trash Song Contest: 

there was Brian DisMay, the 

last-minute stand-in guitarist, who 

had been willing to lend a hand as 

Graham’s back-up group had last 

been seen on a plane heading for 

Ulan Bator. In fact, he turned out 

to be willing to lend more than just 

a hand... (bit of a Queen, if you ask 

me). There was AnniFridgid, who in 

spite of her reputation, made all 

male hearts (and other parts of 

their anatomy) melt, during her performance 

of “Super Drooper”. 

There was Magneta, obviously the 

epitome of female attraction and 

last, but not least, Björn Again, who 

had everyone up and dancing on “Do 

you screw?” (“Aaha!”) with his earsplitting 

riffs.



acteristics of each nationality: 

Competitive Haberdashery - Bogey 

(Copenhagen) had auctioned off 

Gabriella No Name’s fleece the previous 

night on the bus to Chueca 

Boy, who in turn wanted 40 Euros 

from its rightful owner. “How to 

scare new Hashers away” in 1 easy 

lesson… 

No Madrid event would of course be 

complete without the contribution 

of “so much man in so little Lycra”: 

Cunning Stunts! 

On this occasion, he organised a little 

re-count of the vote for last 

night’s song-festival, as it appeared 

that the Estonian jury had got it all 

wrong! You are not supposed to vote 

for the song, or even for the singer; 

you’re voting for the country! Nobody 

normally gives a hoot about the 

quality of the performance, but 

thinks back to those singular char- 

R.A. Ex-Dip (stick) 

A.K.A. 

Titus Fiticus MH3 R.A. FCMA, Dip 

(stick). 

Just Recently Arrived MH3 Ex- 

Another example was making 

a loop up a hill, stopping just 

before the top, taking the trail 

down again and around the 

hill at the foot, only to con- 

This BullSheet Special was bought 

to you by your specially invited 

artists for the 1111 event – 

Slimey and Carbuncal. 

All the loops were a good way 

to keep the pack together, the 

slower r*nners could do 

shortcuts all the time and 

everybody could overview 

most of the pack most of the 

time. Only a few checkmarks 

were used as there was no 

practical need to keep the 

Down Downs 

There were all sorts of appearances 

in the circle of guest R.A.’s, ex- 

R.A’s and what have you (except 

Montreal, of course…) so things 

were a tad chaotic. Not to mention 

the constant “Chinese Fire Drills”, 

used by certain Madrid Hash R.A.’s 

to get a better view of flashing 

Harriettes and the continuing onslaught 

on innocent smokers. I’ll try 

to make some sense of it anyway: 

The Cunning Stunt Show then hit 

the road. 

One last remark: I would personally 

like to thank all visitors for contributing 

to the success of this event. 

Absolutely everyone was out to have 

a good time, without unnecessarily 

upsetting anyone else in the process; 

no mean feat! If someone from 

Madrid didn’t go, simply because 

they couldn’t be bothered, it was 

definitely their loss! 

Putting A.S.H. in charge of a Hair 

of the Dog run seems a bit like 

putting the founder of Opus Dei in 

charge of Chinese population control, 

but the organisers had got 

wind of the fact that he was going 

to receive the assistance of his 

brother Sixties, the very inventor 

of the term “laid-back”, so not 

worry. Well, he did try to fool us 

into believing that the run would be 

long and arduous and there were a 

few people starting to moan ‘n groan 

about supposed injuries during his 

announcement (Sidewinder obviously 

being one of them), but it was 

all for show. A nice hour-and-a-bit 

run, with a good variety of flat and 

hilly terrain was just the ticket to 

stretch our tortured muscles from 

the day before a bit and left enough 

time to enjoy the cool beer on tap 

waiting for us at the car-park Good 

show lads (and lass, of course)! - 

apparently there had been yet another 

couple of Guardia Civil spoilsports 

loitering around the beertent, 

possibly with intent to remove 

said marquee, but they took one 

look at the bar-maid and scuffled 

to safety - 

Sock Swapping - As if by magic, Pay 

Per View showed up with Cherry 

Popper´s socks on this occasion; 

this in spite of the fact that their 

hotels are 2 clicks apart. As neither 

of them could give a satisfactory 

explanation, Cherry Popper was 

forced to have a down down from 

the body of evidence. 

After all this, we postponed to our 

favourite N1 restaurant, where we 

were yet again feasted on a scrumptious 

meal - enjoyed by all, except 

one wanker who had to insult the 

entire crew of waiters singing “I 

like Chinese”... Some people are impossible 

to please 

Alien Humour – Cherry Popper did 

a little spiel about an Alien pissing, 

or something. It certainly involved 

a lot of beer and I’m not sure if RAT 

WAS saw the joke. He probably did, 

as his humour is usually quite extra-terrestrial 

as well. 

These and many more things passed 

the revue, too many things to mention 

- so if you weren’t there: tough! 

Dowm Under – Inch by Inch spent 

the whole Saturday with his head 

in the John. Lucky John! 

And how did the hares manage 

keep the pack within this 

area? Well, examples might 

help. 

Shortly after the start, the trail 

went down to one of the 

ponds. The trail did not go all 

the way down to the 

waterline. Instead it went back 

up on one of the hill sides 

leading down to the pond. 

Almost at the top of the hill 

the trail then went back down 

in a forward loop, this time 

ending right at the water line, 

thus making the pack go back 

around the pond towards the 

directions used for a start. The 

hares managed to pull of these 

loops up the hill sides three or 

four times bringing the pack 

half way around this same 

pond before heading on. 

Another classic example was 

taking the trail out into the 

middle of a pond on a tiny 

road, almost making it possible 

for the hashers to keep 

their feets dry. Then, far 

further out than the middle of 

the friggin' pond the trail 

continued straight through the 

deepest part of the pond. Your 

options? Go through the deep 

end and get soaking wet at 

least belly-high, for some even 

higher up. All you had to pass 

was 8 meters of water. Alternatively 

you could go back 

and go around the pond, 

making sure that your feets 

got wet, and go at least an 

additional 500 meters the long 

way around. Options, options, 

options... 

Favours – 4Skin, one of the 4 (how 

appropriate!) members of aforementioned 

Hash was showing off a 

Goa-shirt, to which officially nobody 

is entitled until September; 

answers on a postcard as to what 

she has been doing to get one. 

Spicks and Spats – Wobbly Bob 

commented that 25% of the newly 

founded Malaga Hash consisted of 

Spicks. Is this a new record? I 

guess it is, just as it is a record that 

50% of that Hash are committee 

members, 100% of them have joined 

only this week and so on and so 

forth. Let’s just say that 110% of 

them are ……… (censored by editor). 

Not everyone survived the night and 

there were quite a few changed 

faces on the bus and at the run-site 

the following morning. Mijas HHH 

had completely disappeared, Frankfurt 

HHH had been decimated and 

many a Madrid Hasher seemed missing 

as well. Montreal HHH, however, 

did show up again with full strength, 

only to be ignored once more… 

were so inspired by the blow-up finishing 

arch that they asked Too 

Long for their finishing times… 

Some of us have only a very thin 

layer of veneer to disguise us from 

real people. 

Germany (Cherry Popper): 

Lederhosen, Karl Marx and his 

brother Groucho and songs that go 

“Umpah, umpah!”. 

Scotland (Alien Sex): the Glasgow 

Kiss, indecipherable accents and 

deep-fried everything. 

Ireland (Culchie): Daniel O’Donnell, 

and a local mafia that will make you 

an offer you can’t understand. 

The USA (Euronator): Grunge, the 

hydrogen bomb and the electric 

chair. 

England (Mothersucker): Maggie 

Thatcher, football hooligans and 

the finest cuisine the world has 

known. 

Turkey (Black Bomb): Midnight 

express, smelly belly dancers and 

bathhouses, where suspiciously only 

men go. 

Israel (Butt For What): compulsory 

circumcision, compulsory military 

service and compulsory lack of BLT 

sandwiches. 

Holland (Just In): Cheese that 

tastes of ear-wax, a football team 

that doesn’t qualify for the World 

Cup and the only place where you 

are allowed to stick your finger in a 

Dyke. 

The area is an old gravel pit, 

rebuild to recreational area. 

Yes, gravel pit means loads of 

hills and a few small ponds 

here and there. 

And the trail continued and 

continued and continued like 

this all the way through, 

excellent fun! 

Ah, the run in Hedeland, a 

class example of a good trail. 

Within an area of 2x2 km the 

hares managed to set a run 

approx 10 km long, without 

crossing own trail, and making 

sure that most hashers went 

on the long trail most of the 

time. 

tinue up the hill on the other 

side close to the top. Result: 

Had the pack continued over 

the top of the hill it would 

have been 10 meters of 

r*nning, with the loop it was 

an additional 2-300 meters of 

r*nning. 

This rehash is actually written 

on behalf of Danish Bacon, 

whom were awarded the job 

of being the rehasher for the 

day. This is what Danish 

Bacon experienced on her first 

run in Denmark after returning 

from her trip to kiwiland: 

"Arrived well in time, saw a 

bunch of people I think I 

remember, they also looked 

like they recognized me. 

Friendly people, they all said 

'hello' and 'welcome back'. 

Then we went out running, 

and it was a long trail, even 

though I shortcutted the best I 

know. We had a drink stop at 

the ski lift. I got wet feets 

when we were 'forced' to 

cross the pond. Then we had a 

refreshment stop, yummie, 

lots of melons. At the end of 

the run Sea-Xplanation made 

a fool of himself. He was 

walking along with Southern 

Comfort and the other girl 

from India. He heard somebody 

running down a hill 

blowing the cavalry attack 

tune on a horn. To this Sea- 

Xplanation replied 'hey, who's 

calling the attack, there's no 

indians (as in native american 

redskins) around here', only to 

hundreds of a second later 

realizing that he was actually 

next to two real genuine 

indians. What a goof. Back in 

the circle we were a bit entertained 

by all the local youth 

passing by on their scooters, 

aparently we had occupied 

pack together. 

REHASH 

Run 1112 SPECIAL – The “Do You Feel Lucky Punk? Do You” Run 

Featured Hares – ASH, Sixties Throwback, La Constitución 

Location – The Fleece (“El Vellón) - Sunday 26th May 2002 

Competetive Finishing - Several 

The 1112 Run 

Hashers (we know who you are!) 

Run no: 1261 

Venue: Hedeland 

Hare: Father Abraham, Rusty Dick, Her Holynose 

Date: 20th of May, 2002


Followers (Gungho) Oi Oi Oi!!!!!!!!!! 


Father Abraham (Hooh! Hah!) had seven sons (Hooh! Hah!) 

And seven sons had Father Abraham (Hooh! Hah!) 

And he never laughed (Hooh! Hah!) 

And he never cried (Hooh! Hah!) 

All he did was go like this- 

(Thrust out your butt, grab your ankles, and make a loud farting noise.) 

Leader (Spoken/yelled) Olly Olly Olly! 

Unruly Mob (Mumbled) Oi Oi Oi. 

Leader (Louder) Olly Olly Olly!! 

Rabble (Faces turn) Oi Oi Oi! 

Leader (Really pissed now) Olly!!!!! 

Crowd (Bellowing) Oi!!!! 

Leader (Red faced) Olly!!!!! 

Audience (This is fun!) Oi!!!! 

Leader (Shits himself) Olly Olly Olly!!!! 

(Repeat the previous positions, then:) 

And a Hah! 

(Thrust your pevis forward and ending 

with the chorus like this:) 

Come on Viking Wanker’s. 

Lift your beers and shout. 

We are Copenhasher’s. 

What we’ve got we flaunt. 

Close the narrow circle. 

Gather round the beer. 

Hashing, wanking, drinking. 

That is why we’re here. 

Hashing, wanking, drinking. 

That is why we’re here. 

Oggy Oggy Oggy 

Tune: A Cheer 

After the Hymn the boys shouts the Oggy Oggy Oggy followed by the boy’s song: 

(Repeat the limb positions, then:) 

And a Hooh! (Thrust out your butt, do chorus with 

the jumping jacks, shouting “Hooh!” and doing the 

butt thrust after “Father Abraham and at the end 

of each line except the last.) 

With a left, 

And a right, 

And a left, 

And a right, 

(Now you are doing jumping jacks) 

The Copenhagen Hash House Harriers Hymn 

Tune: Land of Hope and Glory 

Text: Carl Sodbuster Bondorff (1985) 

The circle is ended with “The Copenhagen Hash House Harriers Hymn”. A crate of beer (with at least one full beer) 

is placed in the centre of the circle before the hymn is started. 

With a left, 

And a right, 

And a left 

(Start moving left leg back an forth 

to side along with the arms.) 

Why was he born so beautiful? 

Why was he born at all? 

He’s no fucking use to anyone. 

He’s no fucking use at all. 

He may be a joy to his mother 

But he’s a pain in the asshole to me. 

Why was he born so beautiful? 

He may be a joy to his mother 

After a hasher has ended his down down, the congregation will sing one of the following two songs: 

(Stop moving arm and drop to side, then start over.) 

With a left, (Start moving left arm again.) 

And a right. (Start moving right arm in same 

fashion at same time as left, then sing chorus 

again while doing so. This goes on adding 

movements in order with each verse.) 

Tune: Come Let Us Adore Him 

Why are we waiting, why are we waiting, 

why are we waiting, oh why, why, why? 

Why are we waiting, why are we waiting, 

why are we waiting, why are we waiting, 

why are we waiting, oh why, why, why? 

With a left. 

(Hold left arm out, moving hand to vertical 

and back again, and sing chorus while doing it.) 

Here’s to … 

He’s so blue. 

He’s a bastard through and through. 

He’s a bastard so they say, 

and he’ll never get to heaven in a long long way. 

Drink it down, down, down, down, down, down, down, 

Drink it down, down, down, down, down, down, down. 

Chorus 

Father Abraham had seven sons. 

And seven sons had Father Abraham. 

And he never laughed, 

And he never cried, 

All he did was go like this. 

The Down Down Song 

Songs used in the circle 

When the Master of Ceremonies awards a down down to a hasher the congregation sings the down down song. 

Father Abraham 

The Songs in Copenhagen Hash House Harriers



(Chorus) Last night, a Hasher boy, 

tried to show me his own little toy. 

He opened up, took it out, 

but all I saw was a baby sprout. 

I said: Oh boy! 

Is that what you call a mammoth toy? 

Why… don’t you give me a beer? 

I’d rather play with my dildo gear! 

(Solo) He is hashing 

(Chorus) … hashing. 

(Solo) He is wanking 

(Chorus) … wanking. 

(Solo) I am waiting 

(Chorus) … waiting. 

(Chorus) And all I get is a bottle of beer! 

When I find a man, 

he’ll never use his hand again. 

He can use … all his gear, 

but all I want is a bottle of beer! 

Sex is boring, 


Pain is fun, 

Pain is fun, 

Poking out my eyes, 

Poking out my eyes, 

One by one, 

One by one. 



Pain is fun, 

Pain is fun, 

Gonna yank my diaphram, 

Gonna yank my diaphram, 

’Til it bleeds, 

’Til it bleeds. 

Jannie Jannie the Nannie Petersen 

Lise Octopussy Bonde 

Christina Dung Heap Dønvang 

All I get is a bottle of beer! 

Tune: 24 Røvere 

Text: Susanne Poodle K. Mikkelsen (1991) 

Majbritt Puffer Jørgensen 

Charlotte Plastered Dønvang 



Pain is fun, 

Pain is fun, 

Pulling out my pubic hairs, 

Pulling out my pubic hairs, 

One by one, 

One by one. 

(Harriettes) 



Pain is fun, 

Pain is fun, 

Gonna cut my titties off, 

Gonna cut my titties off, 

One by one, 

One by one. 

Girls’ song 

I’m in love with the boy next door. 

Smell his moustache. 

He’s a small one 

and a quick one. 

After the boy’s song, the girls sing 

one of the following two songs: 



Pain is fun, 

Pain is fun, 

Gonna cut my toes off, 

Gonna cut my toes off, 

One by one, 

One by one. 



Pain is fun, 

Pain is fun, 

Cutting off my penis, 

Cutting off my penis, 

Inch by inch, 

Inch by inch. 

(‘2nd verse’) 

If you get there be-four I doo, 

Cumin’ four two carry me home... 

Tell all my friends I’m cumin’ twoo, 


Songmaster says, ‘Silently’, then pack does 

chorus silently with gestures only, following the 

lead of the songmaster. Songmasters who screw 

up the gestures significantly are traditionally 

awarded a down down after the song.. 

I’m in love with the girl next door. 

Smell my finger. 

She’s a big one. 

Smell my elbow. 

She’s enormous. 

Smell my armpit. 

She’s gigantic. 

Smell my ankle. 

She’s just fourteen 

And your … 

Boys, song: 



Pain is fun, 

Pain is fun, 

Gonna cut my fingers off, 

Gonna cut my fingers off, 

One by one, 

One by one. 

Cutting off my gonads, 

Cutting off my gonads, 

One by one, 

One by one. 

(‘1st verse’) 

I looked over Jordon, 

And what did I see-ee, 


A band of An-gels, 

Cumin’ after me-ee, 


Songmaster says, ‘Humming’, then pack hums 

chorus with gestures. 

Options: 

Songmaster says, ‘Ray Charles’, then pack 

closes eyes and sings chorus with gestures, 

moving head from side to side with the beat. 

(Harriers) 



Pain is fun, 

Pain is fun, 

Chorus 

Swing low, sweet char-i-o-ot, 


Swing low, sweet char-i-o-ot, 

Cumin’ four two carry me home. 

(‘3rd verse’) 

I’m sometimes up, I’m some-times down, 


But still my sole feels heav-en-ly bound, 

Cumin’ four two carry me home.. 

Sex Is Boring 

Swing Low Sweet chariiot (Hash Hymn)

The Poet L aureate - Copenhagen Hash House Harriers

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