I have a nerd name and I have a hash name (I also have an internet name, i.e. Eklastic, which is a combination of both, jumbled up).
We wear the name around our neck, just in case we might forget it.
At hash meets there are usually haberdashery sellers and they will do the beading for you. Hence, I’ve had a number of necklaces over the years.
To protect the not-so-innocent I’ve blanked out a few letters. If you are interested (I doubt it) you can play a game of wordl to find the full names.
will look as good! So we call our badges patches but they’re still badges. There are kennel patches like these: And then there are personal badges. Most personal badges are rather … rough so I will only show a judicious selection: You don’t have to … Continue reading A Badge by any Other Name
When you get your Hash name (Hash House Harriers – we run), they put flour on your head and pour beer over you. Then you take your first drink with the name the group has decided on. You’re now a hasher. And a new part … Continue reading #15 Rite of Passage
I’ve told people about the Hash House Harriers before. This is a gunging, usually administered to somebody who is leaving the Magic Kingdom (aka Saudi Arabia) on a no-return exit visa. Hashers get Hash names after a while of running with the group. Children get … Continue reading The Interrupter at Work
It used to be that the alcohol of choice that was consumed at the Hash (amongst Hash House Harriers) was beer but these times are gone and now we drink wine, too. Wine labels can look classy or pretentious or boring but sometimes they add … Continue reading Labels Maketh the Wine
When we go running (or walking or traipsing) on Sundays we follow flour blobs. Three blobs of flour and you are on the right track, aka “true trail”. Every now and again we might encounter a circle like this, aka a check. It means you … Continue reading Checking!
We call it chalk talk but more often than not our trails are marked with flour (cheap, readily available, and eco friendly). Since the Hash House Harriers are an international group and we often have visitors from other kennels (i.e. groups of runners) we usually start … Continue reading Where the Chalk Leads Us
Our running group has subsection – the D.O.M.s, the Dirty Old Men. Membership requirements are either having passed one’s 50th birthday or having a belly girth of more than 2x50cm. Many D.O.M.s are double dipping.
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has never happened to any hasher ever. HA!
To be clear, I’m talking about hashers who run (or walk), members of the Hash House Harriers. Although we drudge through weeds, it’s got nothing to do with weed.
Isn’t it strange that evolution would give us a sense of humor?
Bill Waterson
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