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The only reason why you are not seeing 50+ socks in this post is because I’ve shown most of my sock pics before. These here are all new (but I meet the same people or the same socks on different occasions): Not all socks are … Continue reading Don’t get me started
A theme just down my alley (excuse the pun) but I take photos while on walks almost weekly. It’s when I stop being Elke and become Knicker Elastic, the name I use when I run (or walk) with the Hash House Harriers. It starts off … Continue reading Running/walking photographic commentary
The Hash House Harriers have two tartans (both listed in the Scottish Register of Tartans). Here I’m sporting my hunting kilt – in the colours of green (for the nature we run in), amber (for our favourite drink), with a thread of white (for the … Continue reading It’s not just checkered
Our US American host can’t make on the Sunday closest to Thanksgiving, so we celebrated our Hashgiving a bit early. It was a feast nevertheless, with not one but two turkeys (they are smaller in German shops) and lots and lots of sides.
If you lay a trail you need to know more or less where you going, how long it will take, and where good spots are on the way for possible deceptions or drink stops. In other words, you need to recce the area ahead of … Continue reading Know Your Terrain!
One of the things I like about our so-called running group is that we have actual runners, some faster and more ambitious, yet never competitive, and we have us: footsore due to injury, hangover effects, or simply ageing joints. We all go on the run … Continue reading Walking Brothers and Sisters
I’ve been a hasher. Disclaimer: Hashing has nothing to do with smoking; it’s usually described as a non-competitive running social club. Definitely non-competitive (we punish racists) and these days, for many of us a walking rather than running club. For information you can look it … Continue reading Close to 30 Years
I had to include photos from Red Dress Runs with these squares. The history is somewhat typical for the quirky traditions of this world wide drinking club with a running problem. In 1987 a woman was taken on a date, she donned a fancy red … Continue reading Red Dress Run

We drink, we run, and we know things. Oh, and occasionally we shout: On On!
We're the hashers, meet the hashers, we're the biggest drunks in history.
From the town of (insert your town), we're the leaders in debauchery.
Halfminds, trailing shiggy through the years.
Watch us as we down a lot of beers.
Down, down, drink it down, ...
(WIIIILLLLMMMMAAAAA!!!)