PEAKHOUR GREY HASH PLUS

Sir Botcho called a short circle and after stacking up the tables etc. Shat and Sir Rabbit were catered for with fish, not being prawn eaters. It was eagerly consumed and twice he refilled the bowl by reaching under the table where he had the ingredients stowed and mixed it on the spot. I sat next to Latrine who had prepared his special sauce with chili.

PEAKHOUR GREY HASH PLUS

We were issued with a first plate, was it six or twelve? anyway it was plenty, with top ups after that, plus salad and fresh bread and butter, the perfect way to eat prawns. Then came the prawns, they were really huge, fresh and delicious straight off the trawler. The hosts rolled out the oysters, we were assured they were вЂњSydney RocksвЂќ by Carefree, who as we know is a вЂњtop shelfвЂќ bloke, nothing but the best, demonstrated by his new Mercedes #2 which replaced new Mercedes #1 about 3 months old, but that is another story. Carefree pointed out to Latrine that his polo shirt was inside out, he mumbled some lame excuse, we should have checked to see it his jocks were on back to front вЂ“ the mind boggles. In the greenery of the parklands, he looked like he had come from central casting for a remake of The Sound of Music. BlueCard for GodвЂ™s sake turned up in his lederhosen. Slug attended, having just got back from Asia and as usual is off there again in July. Where were the Main beach locals? S bends and Carefree were the only ones, the other four or so (you know who), were nowhere to be seen. at Barcaldine, he must like congestion, perhaps he could fill his retirement days by taking a daily trip up the M1 to Brisbane at peak hour in the motorhome. Sir Ferret was just back after participating in the Guinness record breaking motorhome line up of 9.5 km. Shat had sunscreen makeup so thick, he looked like a white faced clown from the circus. Anyway we went for the trees, after set up and seating, from the road we looked more like a bussed in picnic excursion from a retirement village.Д«risbane visitors were Vaso, ShitBags and Anchovy, all regulars at Splinter.

A bunch of old blokes lurking at the rear entrance of public toilets would surely be more subject to scrutiny than a bunch under the trees. The mob headed for the shade trees, but Carefree stated that we should set up behind the public toilet block so that any passing cops would hardly notice us. The mob were standing around talking, Carefree advised that Trucky was running late with the trailer for seating.

I got on bus 704 at Tedder and joined Sir Two Dogs, Sir Rabbit and Sir Botcho, I felt honored to ride the same bus as Hash royalty. You may notice from the aforementioned that I am currying favour with the two hosts, although as Weekly is now last yearвЂ™s edition and Carefree has no particular Hash influence, I doubt that I will be ever able to redeem these brownie points. The weather was just perfect, sun, warm and no wind. What a brilliant innovation for a change of location it was next to Chris SkaseвЂ™s old pub in beautiful parklands, a superb choice of venue.

But last Friday it was Prawns in the Park, masterminded by Carefree and ex GM Weekly. Well, we have all heard of вЂњOpera in the ParkвЂќ, Music in the Park and even BrisbaneвЂ™s Inn in the Park.

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