Head Mistress' Christmas Hash December 20, 1998 Well, we wasn't at the hash run itself, seeing that we had a previous drinking engagement, but we did make it to the eating and drinking part. As usual, this got better as we went along, and the food was also excellent, except for those rude and crude guys who out of the hands of our butcher carver started ripping at that juicy crispy turkey skin in the kitchen before I even got there. Bunch of vultures, Curry musta brought them from the desert. Say, have you noticed that ever since Two-Jugs et al joined the club the amount of food on the table has grown exponentially? Does he want us ALL to have these jug handles on the hips or bellies hanging over the track-suit cord. So what we could say No and practise self-restraint, have you ever seen a hasher with thát qualification in the presence of Assagio Cheese Bread? Me neither, so that whole delicious x-mas meal was devoured in no time, not a blue-cheese breadcrumb left. And then we had the traditional Christmas carols, bellowed out in unison by heathens and other denominations, led by these same old songbooks and choir conductress. To entertain the crowd Two-Jugs did his chariot song, making us all pop up and down; a wonder the 100-yr old floor did not fall into the basement. Other things of note: apparently this was Commode's farewell party except no one knew, and someone told Phart: don't eat that thing on your plate it’s a sock. So he was pissed and we went home.