Jekyll and Hyde

November 3, 2007

This trash is dedicated to Ryan Carriere 1974-2005 R.I.P.

I was delighted to see a large crowd gathered at the Jekyll and Hyde last Saturday. It just goes to show what can happen if a trail is set west of Bathurst.

I was also comforted to see the future of hashing including the precious progenies of FLAB and Moonman, Kazoo and Trix, as well as the bun in French Tickler’s bread maker.

Before circle started, foxy Morehead had the guys going gaga with her stylish new hairdo.

Rumour has it that she had a hot date lined up with a certain street cowboy. Sorry Morehead, but Eager Beaver beat you to him .
As GM Wet ‘n Dirty’s voice sounded like a cross between Lauren Bacall and Marcel Marceau she handed chalk talk duties to Kazoo. His appearance so traumatized co-hare H2Ho that she fainted like a goat. Only moments later as the pack got underway he had the same effect on world ranked diver Shampoo.

The trail headed north, then south, then across Bloor to join the dog walkers in High Park. As usual none of this mattered to Shadow. He was off on his merry own way with no fear of getting lost as the early November sun was beaming brightly off his brand spanking new kicks.

Usually a trip through High Park will yield some trail treasure… a tennis ball covered in dog saliva, a tooth marked Frisbee, perhaps some skeletal remains, but this time it was our misfortune to pick up a stray hasher. Pubic Hair, who started hashing in Delhi, had spent the last year avoiding the Hogtowners. Tough luck buddy…. we got ya now.

With some newbie newfie leading the pack up Roncesvalle I was thrilled to see the beer check at Loons. Its juke box is amongst the best in the hashing rotation. Always a welcome diversion when the only other option is talking with a bunch of half minds.
Unfortunately Just Andrew seems to have spent too much time in Loons and while staggering past Turner and Porter had an unfortunate collision with the funeral spray of fellow cyclist Ryan Carriere.

Back at Jekyll and Hyde our GM prescribed further rest for her overworked throat muscles and passed circle duties to co-hare Ra.

The smallest down down of the afternoon went to all who were not either bankers or computer geeks. There was also a special down down for our favourite Mauritian. Apparently Hot Pants is smarter than most hashers as he is heading back to his homeland for the winter. Hey man… can I have your Ushanka? Most upset by his departure is fellow Mauritian Just ANdrew, who has been getting down downs off of his coattails for the past 6 weeks.

Speaking of Just ANdrew… in light of his spectacular performance in front of Turner and Porter it was decided to rename him Casket Case (or is it CAsket CAse?) Ra did the honours, anointing him with the amber liquid from a sippy cup. Shhh.. don’t tell anyone but I think it may have been apple juice.