December 19, 1999 - Christmas Hash Here's to another year gone and the Christmas dinner is at the home of Bullet, where up to now I have only been allowed in his backyard for a beerstop. Well, no wonder they are hesitant to let these hash hordes into their nicely appointed abode but fortunately they have a big garage for the muddy shoes. So looking at these silent witnesses of abuse I can tell that it was a very good run, or a very bad one, depending on how you see it, but I don't know because it's the time of the year for parties and I don't want to waste my time running down streets and frigging parks if there are other orgies to go to, so I started off elsewhere with my Dutch friend Ginever, but unfortunately I was designated driver from the hash on home, so no more Christmas cheer, and instead filled the painful alcohol void with mounds of decadent desserts, tasty turkey and flavorous vegs, in the company of many hashers who hadn’t been seen in a long time and SourGas lives next door, but only stuck her head in once because of kids keeping her captured. There was a British guest-guy from Dublin who dragged his Irish wife out of a swamp in Malaysia, who then felt she had to marry him out of gratitude. The swamp usually comes after the marriage, but maybe in Ireland they do it backwards. Said intruder got our Hash addresh off the Internet, even though the website is broke, showing you once again what devious devils these Englishmen are.