October 30, 1999 - PNGuin's Frightful Halloween Bash
Here we have a motley crüe and delight for local children collecting in the liquor store parking lot: a gynecologist - who I'm not sure knows the difference between a genealogist/gynecologist (looks up the family tree/looks up the family bush), but I certainly wouldn't trust this guy to look up anything with his sticky rubber mitts! Dorothy and a Witch who keeps losing her hat, Tarzan who lost his Jane and ended up with a ballerina, Spiderman, a Headwaitriss and a nun and then there's this scary Mr. X from Hertfordshire who is the GM of the UK First Full Moon Hash. In particular Holy Sister Duajuga gets plenty of whistles from the faithless masses while she is trying to run and hang on to her rosary and her girdle at the same time. And leading us is the Harried Housewife PNGuin, who spent her day slaving over a hot stove for graceless hashers - stepping out in between for a different kind of application of her all-purpose flour. And graceless and thankless we are, for no sooner is the regulatory run completed, or the famished flock ascends to the neatly appointed apartment of said housewife, where mounds of lovingly prepared food are devoured in no time flat, washed down - no, not with the tasteful cider, but with rough and second class ale and vino. Well, the treats were on us, the trick on Poor Pen, who masochistically declared she would enjoy cooking for the unwashed many and ended up washing dishes.