Ah bejabers begorah - the bxxxx Irish are back! The Royal Flight understood him, but our Hash President (everyone stand to attention) didn’t! It’s been 9 weeks since our junior hash master (everybody kick him) an Irishman of note bet the hallowed turf of the ring road to visit Africa (hot), Canada (cold), Ireland (boggy) & UK (who let him in?). He did, however do a stretch in Holloway until they cut his hair & sent him back here.

36 of us (including the Royal Flight [8 of them, and all beerdrinkers according to the Hash Register]- minus the Andover pilot) met somewhere to the west of Maharajgunj roundabout. DK & MG considered erudite by the Hash President (everybody stand to attention), were given the Hash Horns, thereby becoming horny hounds. The trail led off to the north, over narrow paddy bunds, dusty paths, planted fields & a bxxxxx great hill, over which some of our honoured winged visitors were seen doing pancake landings on their backsides.

The first check, in total contravention of the chariot rule, had our less experienced brethren galloping to the top. DK got it wrong, KGR had it right (the only time, please note). Off we went following the dust cloud to more checks all contravening the same rule, where some half baked nitwit led us right up the creek following cement dust. This nig-nog. surely needs glasses! The hares stood on the bye-lines watching the results of this Major Irish cockup laughing - Hashitable surely!

The trail eventually found Jan running in a haze of alcoholic fumes, a momento of the days earlier Royal session enjoyed to the full by We select hashers. It pays to be British - how the hell did Russell get invited?)

On crossing the ring road, compass deviations had to be kept in check - as the chariots were very close at hand. Straight on, was the prescribed route & surprisingly no one turned left. (fools). What followed can only be described as a diabolical, poxed up, bxxxxx disaster, which only a pair of deviant minds could have conceived, Backwards & forwards zig-zag fashion, over & through, bunds, fields, hedges, streams, Buddins, shitheaps & playing fields, which reminds us when we left said playing field, how come KGR was at the front?

Those that followed the trail stepped over the wire, those that didn’t had to crawl through it to the chariots & the beer. It was sometime before we all assembled & several beers were breached before the last man (Russell for it was he) have insight through the dusk.

A bxxxxxx awful trail, badly laid, impossible to follow, must rank with Stones effort at Swyambu - Welcome back Tony!

HASH 60 - Young & Thwaites. PLACE - Turning off ring road between Patan & Jawalakhel 2 K on dirt road sign past Lepers.

HASH 61—??
WELCOME TO ??? Stoker. (Ed: could this have been Bram Stoker?)
Thanks to the RAF for boosting the numbers & buying the shirts.
STAG PARTY - Friday 12th December 8.00 pm Derek’s Place. (At least 5 hours of filth !!)

HEARD AFTER HASH - “I’ve never done so much socializing in such a short time’ (Yes, Kathmandu is a wonderful place isn’t it??!!)
Question of the week - Who carries his own Malvern Water with him?