Well, what's all this stuff about global warming? I went out last Friday to a pub called Fiddlers Greenvirtually in the middle of nowhere, way behind Alland, Mayerling and Maria Raisenberg to see a show called Irish Christmas Festival provided by a Mr. Dietmar Hasslinger, I recommend to check out his site Weltenklang.
This promoter brings Irish Musicians to Ostrichland on a regular basis, I have been to many such a show in previous years and this time there was a trio called the Trad Lads, augmented by two Tap and Step Dancers, and a very fine quintet called Slide who played contemporary Irish Folk and if I may say so, these guys were clicking on all cylinders. Check them out if you like and if you're interested in this type of music.
Anyhow, driving home from the middle of nowhere was a pleasure of its own in -18 degrees in the darkest of all nights and I sure cound myself lucky that the car battery did not give in.
The consecutive Sunday we ventured out to set a wee and tiny little trail around Mödling at -12 degrees (yup, I just said -12). Snow was all around, two drink stops were planned for and the tactic was to make it short and spend more time dwinking the hot stuff. Well, some runners were late, some were very late, some started to panic over the phone (no names will be mentioned, it was just a Pain in the Ass) and in to time two groups of three Hashers each got lost (the entire Kunft family as well as the Moron Department with Mrs. Standing There).
I had to take care of ussy Schumi who lost briefly, then Richard Kopf and Rhymes with C* reappeared out of nowhere as she had just missed her flight to work somewhere over the great pond on some sort of huge vessel.
Got to the first drinkstop which was at a stall from a Christmas tree vendor from Styria who provided "Schnapstee" by his own defintion, well, at least the potion was warm.
Got to the second drinkstop which was the smaller of Mödlings two annual Christmas markets and still no sight of all the missing ones. No phonecalls were answered and fate had it that they all went back to the carpark already and missed out the better bit (which was less than 200 metres away from the cars).
After a short circle (still at - 12) those who were left went over to the intended OnIn which opened up its gates a few minutes after reservation time and so it was left to the last 8 standing to make it down the road to a very fine pizzeria. My personal lesson learned is to use polenta next time. Hear those mobile phones ring I say!
Mele Kalikimaka to all of you.
Short stories about the Vindobona Hash House Harriers and other things. Keep distance, wash hands, stay human!
Thursday, 24 December 2009
Tuesday, 15 December 2009
And You and I
On a different note now. Great to see that Christmas is coming along in no time now. From what I could see from a message from My Pint of View the Santa Lucia run provided by No Balls Prize and Harry Tosser was funny and entertaining. At the same time, family and me went down to Eisenstadt to the local Christmas Market. Our very own personal and early Christmas present was that our Fallen Angel (3 year old daughter) made her dummy(pacifier) a present to a rather puzzled Christ Child (a young woman dressed all in white).
And, 11 days now there ain't no more dummy in our house. From what I keep hearing from very many parents all the dummy-, pram-, nappie and all other related stuff is just some sort of warm up. Wait till the kids reach their adolescence.
Been to Christmas markets far and wide, mind you that one so called "traditional one" in Prater near the Riesenrad is supposed to stay open until January 6. I'll certainly be there.
Well, the positive answer or musical recommendation is YES. What a beautiful Song.
And, 11 days now there ain't no more dummy in our house. From what I keep hearing from very many parents all the dummy-, pram-, nappie and all other related stuff is just some sort of warm up. Wait till the kids reach their adolescence.
Been to Christmas markets far and wide, mind you that one so called "traditional one" in Prater near the Riesenrad is supposed to stay open until January 6. I'll certainly be there.
Well, the positive answer or musical recommendation is YES. What a beautiful Song.
Thursday, 10 December 2009
Grandpa got run over by a beertruck
Christmas is hiding away right behind that next Glühweinstand and it will be here before we all know it. The Martinsschlössl, venue of a few quite remarkable Christmas parties in previous years until changes of the mind made other venues for that social event more appealing for a couple of years (and those were changes of the map), well, a sort of homecoming occured last Monday (day before an Ostrich holiday) and 55 paying customers were counted on those premises.
The owner who goes by the name of Mr.Orasch has become a friend of ours over the years and since we were there last in 2006 he invested heavily in his sound-equipment as well as making the whole room soundproof. ("I chad no police visits for more than a year now, u know?").
Excitement was added by the fact that several acts had been prepared by different people and, ehem, Munk, Dr. Kunt and myself prepared for the infamous Flashdance again over the course of five rehearsals in our cellar and helped by copious quantities of red wine. Lday GoDiver, Squeeze Box Mama, Ice Queen and Pocahontits performed a spectacular mini dramolette and Unlce Disco Bobby No Balls Prize was the guitar hero of the evening. My Pint of View sort of held the whole thing together as the human clamp with his so-called "Porn Flics" of different forms of Hash Behaviours during the past year.
Watching all the different performaces (and Munks usual speech for the golden beer can awards) was fun. It remains to be seen which kinds of attractions (Siegfried and Roys silver tigers=) can be presented next year.
On that note, we left the Martinsschlössl well after midnight and I am delighted to Lord Glo-Balls (OVH) already booked the place again for December 11 in 2010. Which is a Saturday for informations sake to all of you out-of-towners. Make your travel arrangements in time since there is no excuse for all of you to not come. To the party.
Thanks for a very harmonious evening altogther, I certainly enjoyed myself and had an enjoyable chat with Mr. Smelly Cheese himself.
Until the uploading of the Christmas Party videos by the legendary My Pint of View (do I just raise my beer glass to you or vot?) you will have to do with one flic that features Richard Kopf at the Great whine Weekend last April down in Styria.
Om shanti (3 times).
The owner who goes by the name of Mr.Orasch has become a friend of ours over the years and since we were there last in 2006 he invested heavily in his sound-equipment as well as making the whole room soundproof. ("I chad no police visits for more than a year now, u know?").
Excitement was added by the fact that several acts had been prepared by different people and, ehem, Munk, Dr. Kunt and myself prepared for the infamous Flashdance again over the course of five rehearsals in our cellar and helped by copious quantities of red wine. Lday GoDiver, Squeeze Box Mama, Ice Queen and Pocahontits performed a spectacular mini dramolette and Unlce Disco Bobby No Balls Prize was the guitar hero of the evening. My Pint of View sort of held the whole thing together as the human clamp with his so-called "Porn Flics" of different forms of Hash Behaviours during the past year.
Watching all the different performaces (and Munks usual speech for the golden beer can awards) was fun. It remains to be seen which kinds of attractions (Siegfried and Roys silver tigers=) can be presented next year.
On that note, we left the Martinsschlössl well after midnight and I am delighted to Lord Glo-Balls (OVH) already booked the place again for December 11 in 2010. Which is a Saturday for informations sake to all of you out-of-towners. Make your travel arrangements in time since there is no excuse for all of you to not come. To the party.
Thanks for a very harmonious evening altogther, I certainly enjoyed myself and had an enjoyable chat with Mr. Smelly Cheese himself.
Until the uploading of the Christmas Party videos by the legendary My Pint of View (do I just raise my beer glass to you or vot?) you will have to do with one flic that features Richard Kopf at the Great whine Weekend last April down in Styria.
Om shanti (3 times).
Wednesday, 9 December 2009
If you like this then..
Folks,
A quick line from sunny Cairo.
All I can say is - if you like this mans blog - then I strongly urge you to view him doing his best...
On On Marie T - what a guiding light you are to us all!
A quick line from sunny Cairo.
All I can say is - if you like this mans blog - then I strongly urge you to view him doing his best...
On On Marie T - what a guiding light you are to us all!
Tuesday, 8 December 2009
Yours is no Disgrace
Good old Moosehead. The tradition of the glorious Punschrun that holds many a fond memory has been ressurected by Mr. M.himself and with the help of Tickpleaser and Mind the Gap the whole thing rightfully became a walkers heaven for drunks. Meaning, I - from my elevated position at the rear end of the pack assembled with the legendary Lord Glo-Balls (OVH) . saw two or three people running. Out of a pack of 25 that is. The happy rest just chit chatted the afternoon away with a gentle walk, happily sipping their placticcups filled with Punsch and/or Glühwein.
The three features were not just see no evil, speak no evil, hear no evil ...
but also three nice Drunkstops, the last one with a spectacuar view over foggy Vienna from the Schloss Wilhelminenberg.
The circle was held outside the OnIn, good old Predigtstuhl, venue of many Hangover in the making.
If one would compare the shape that this pathetic former running group was say 10 years ago to what it looks now, the solution would be to just set trails that lead from one Heurigen to the next.
Mind you that the local Hash Christmas Party was on last night, with a new version of this spectacle from way back:
More on that in the next blog entry. Stay tuned. And, all credit for the Hashpics goes to My Pint of View (of course!).
On Out.
The three features were not just see no evil, speak no evil, hear no evil ...
but also three nice Drunkstops, the last one with a spectacuar view over foggy Vienna from the Schloss Wilhelminenberg.
The circle was held outside the OnIn, good old Predigtstuhl, venue of many Hangover in the making.
If one would compare the shape that this pathetic former running group was say 10 years ago to what it looks now, the solution would be to just set trails that lead from one Heurigen to the next.
Mind you that the local Hash Christmas Party was on last night, with a new version of this spectacle from way back:
More on that in the next blog entry. Stay tuned. And, all credit for the Hashpics goes to My Pint of View (of course!).
On Out.
Wednesday, 2 December 2009
All the World's a Stage we pass through
MOM. Just three simple letters should be sufficient to ring a massive bell to all local Hashers, added by the fact that Seibersdorf marked his workplace for the last oh so many years. After a typical specific description on how to get to the middle of nowhere, a surprising many 35 or so assembled to give MOM a suitable sendoff into his pending retirement.
Since their was another large crowd of hunters armend with pretty impressive shotguns guarding another forest just down the road form the Research Center (remember last weeks new friendship to another pack of foresters), and please add a gloomy comment by our beloved Grand Meister:" Err, King Ralph isn't here to bail us out this time!" it was with a bit of baited breath that we started to run in the direction where the shots could be heard from.
With much relief it can be stated that after two or three checks and the remote sight of yet another forest ranger vehicle the BEER STOP came in sight and I heard nearly no-one complain about the fact that the beer was not cooled down properly. Lots of chips added to the pleasure.
Short and sweet story afterwards with a run alongside the Research Centers Fencing and towards the end there was a special treat for the frontrunning Bimbos and Wankers (Sex Energy being the Front running Bimbo of ce jour) of tasty Kolatschen and please do check out the pic to see what I was and am referring to.
Nice circle with a beauiful sunset in November (hey, thanks to eternal Springtime!) and it is on out to my recommendation of film this time which is the following, one of the best films made ever, as far as I am concerned:
Since their was another large crowd of hunters armend with pretty impressive shotguns guarding another forest just down the road form the Research Center (remember last weeks new friendship to another pack of foresters), and please add a gloomy comment by our beloved Grand Meister:" Err, King Ralph isn't here to bail us out this time!" it was with a bit of baited breath that we started to run in the direction where the shots could be heard from.
With much relief it can be stated that after two or three checks and the remote sight of yet another forest ranger vehicle the BEER STOP came in sight and I heard nearly no-one complain about the fact that the beer was not cooled down properly. Lots of chips added to the pleasure.
Short and sweet story afterwards with a run alongside the Research Centers Fencing and towards the end there was a special treat for the frontrunning Bimbos and Wankers (Sex Energy being the Front running Bimbo of ce jour) of tasty Kolatschen and please do check out the pic to see what I was and am referring to.
Nice circle with a beauiful sunset in November (hey, thanks to eternal Springtime!) and it is on out to my recommendation of film this time which is the following, one of the best films made ever, as far as I am concerned:
Dr. Strangelove, Or: How I Learned To Stop Worrying And Love The Bomb (1964)
Thursday, 26 November 2009
Incidents and Accidents
Vell, vot have we got? The first advents Sunday is just around the corner and Christmas Markets are sellung their glorious stuff ranging from Glühwein, Beer, White Wine and even that horrible Punsch and - the now famous local VH3 Christmas Party will happen on Monday, Dec. 7 with a some features, similar to a few occasions in previous years. Be there. Get registered through the Viennahash Page.
On an entirely different note, I am really happy with the Yoga Lessons that I have started (again) in a local Yogaschool.
Very much to be recommended if that is of your interest too. I do think it is a great mindset. Concerning the run on Sunday, we should all try to give MOM a decent sendoff into his retirement that will start next week on Tuesday. One day in the not too distant future he will be the local Hasher with the most runs, regardless of all us other ones.
And, do not come to the run venue in Seibersdorf on your Scooter
On out.
Sunday, 22 November 2009
A beautiful day
A high-ranking local Hasher sent me an SMS a few days ago that read the following" " Now u can go 2 brussels and writh High Cow (Haikus) together with the new Grand Meister of Europe". Signed... Nah I am not going to to tell that it was Richard Kopf who tried to drag me out of Vienna as well as a certain Gentleman (hey Ladies out there, where are you?) dropped me a Mail of the following content " Überschrift in der FT: From Haiku to high office. So, so, der neue EU Präsident Herman Van Rompuy schreibt in seiner Freizeit Haikus! Und er ist ein regelmäßiger Blogger.Da habt ihr ja gleich einige Gemeinsamkeiten. ONON to Vorderhainbach J(oy)S(tick)".
Well, the following needs to be said about these regarded statements: What's wrong with an aesthete being appointed to play the Grand Meister or dare I say Miser of Europe for the next couple years?
Just look at Mr. Van Rompuys Website and judge for yourself if Haikus are a beautiful art form.
I do think that they certainly are. And, after having spoiled some of you through the Vindobona Hash Mail Newsgroup with Haikus of all topics over the last years, here's another example of the beauty that lies within:
I wonder if Mr. Van Rompuy also did some Hashing in his former life when he was the Grand Meister of Belgium. As there is no chance for me to partake in to-days Hash as we're off to see a musical, here is my musical thought of the day, the artist is Herbie Hancock and the album is called Secrets, from 1976. Nice one, altogether.
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On out, to another Christmas Market in all likelyness.
Well, the following needs to be said about these regarded statements: What's wrong with an aesthete being appointed to play the Grand Meister or dare I say Miser of Europe for the next couple years?
Just look at Mr. Van Rompuys Website and judge for yourself if Haikus are a beautiful art form.
I do think that they certainly are. And, after having spoiled some of you through the Vindobona Hash Mail Newsgroup with Haikus of all topics over the last years, here's another example of the beauty that lies within:
I wonder if Mr. Van Rompuy also did some Hashing in his former life when he was the Grand Meister of Belgium. As there is no chance for me to partake in to-days Hash as we're off to see a musical, here is my musical thought of the day, the artist is Herbie Hancock and the album is called Secrets, from 1976. Nice one, altogether.
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On out, to another Christmas Market in all likelyness.
Monday, 16 November 2009
A saintly Ressurection
AGM day is here again and a year after I quit my duties it felt comfortable to take a back seat as a paying customer and watch the proceedings unfold. After having left our little daughter with her grandparents (mind you Fallen Angel will be running with us in the not too distant future) the arrival at the Hash House was marked by a BMW driver who displayed typical behaviour i.e. driving like a tw*t as the driver overtook us from the right in the roundabout around the Lusthaus and the driver was none other that the Famous Pimpsqueak.
Second impression was Mr. Sentimental Richard Kopf reminscing about the old times (again) and telling me what a different kind of terrain he and the dearly beloved Grand Meister St Norman have covered this time.
The run started a bit late and down towards the Golf Course and the Freudenau Horsetrack (from behind) with a few interspersed Checkpoints that only the newbies to this area must have taken half-serious. In no time was the forest being left behind and thank you very much Hares for avoiding the forest for the next 25 minutes or so. Running alongside the Handelskai (a local mainroad) reminded me on Hashing in Rome many years ago when those bastards set many a trail alongside the city motorways (on the walkways of course).
Crossing the bridge on over to the Donauinsel, leaving that Pagoda behind and a little later on back towards the Prater, greeting a few latecummers such as Pussy Schumi, Whoppa and I thought that I might have seen Alice, probably a beerinduced Hallucination as he never was there.
After another and more pleasant while alongside the Heustadlwasser back towards the carpark (75 minutes in total) it was pleasant to see that the crowd must have easily reached more than 40 people.
Watch out for our friend Herr Josef (Bierher) to open the cricle in style:
Usual circle routine with Richard Kopf and Multiple Entry sharing things a bit and punctually at 5 p.m. it was on off into the Hash House.
Sly as Sex Energy sometimes is she, Casting Couch and myself took off shortly before the circle ended, the advantage were drinks more or less immediately on our table and some very nice Cevapcici also that Cordon Bleu looked fine to me. But of course one must not forget about those Martini Gansln.
To cut things short, after some encouragement St. Norman started the meeting and after the annual breathtaking and painstaking display of wot's hot and wot'S not by the GM, by Mr. Vindobona Hash LGB (OVH) and with the fine moderation of that guy we never seem to be able to get rid off (Mr. Multiple Entry) the elections were started. Were it not for Standing There (suggested new Masthead post of "Hash pain the the *rse" was neglected (UPDATE 18/11: Nope it was not, check out the New Masthead Page and see for yourself! ) everything would have gone down it's peaceful way. The delectable Casting Couch stood against St.Norman as Grand Meister and the outcome of the clearly (cough, gasp!) democratic vote was (please turn on drumroll before you read further)....
ST.NORMAN!!! Wahey! Sincere congratulations from your Hash Blogger, may you lead us up into so far undiscovered and yet unknown heights of drunken depraved debauchery .
Musical recommendation of the day is Tito Puente, here teamed up with Celia Cruz.
Is saw these two back in 1991 in Rome, and that was one of the best gigs I ever saw.
On out, may the beerforce be with you for another year!
Second impression was Mr. Sentimental Richard Kopf reminscing about the old times (again) and telling me what a different kind of terrain he and the dearly beloved Grand Meister St Norman have covered this time.
The run started a bit late and down towards the Golf Course and the Freudenau Horsetrack (from behind) with a few interspersed Checkpoints that only the newbies to this area must have taken half-serious. In no time was the forest being left behind and thank you very much Hares for avoiding the forest for the next 25 minutes or so. Running alongside the Handelskai (a local mainroad) reminded me on Hashing in Rome many years ago when those bastards set many a trail alongside the city motorways (on the walkways of course).
Crossing the bridge on over to the Donauinsel, leaving that Pagoda behind and a little later on back towards the Prater, greeting a few latecummers such as Pussy Schumi, Whoppa and I thought that I might have seen Alice, probably a beerinduced Hallucination as he never was there.
After another and more pleasant while alongside the Heustadlwasser back towards the carpark (75 minutes in total) it was pleasant to see that the crowd must have easily reached more than 40 people.
Watch out for our friend Herr Josef (Bierher) to open the cricle in style:
Usual circle routine with Richard Kopf and Multiple Entry sharing things a bit and punctually at 5 p.m. it was on off into the Hash House.
Sly as Sex Energy sometimes is she, Casting Couch and myself took off shortly before the circle ended, the advantage were drinks more or less immediately on our table and some very nice Cevapcici also that Cordon Bleu looked fine to me. But of course one must not forget about those Martini Gansln.
To cut things short, after some encouragement St. Norman started the meeting and after the annual breathtaking and painstaking display of wot's hot and wot'S not by the GM, by Mr. Vindobona Hash LGB (OVH) and with the fine moderation of that guy we never seem to be able to get rid off (Mr. Multiple Entry) the elections were started. Were it not for Standing There (suggested new Masthead post of "Hash pain the the *rse" was neglected (UPDATE 18/11: Nope it was not, check out the New Masthead Page and see for yourself! ) everything would have gone down it's peaceful way. The delectable Casting Couch stood against St.Norman as Grand Meister and the outcome of the clearly (cough, gasp!) democratic vote was (please turn on drumroll before you read further)....
ST.NORMAN!!! Wahey! Sincere congratulations from your Hash Blogger, may you lead us up into so far undiscovered and yet unknown heights of drunken depraved debauchery .
Musical recommendation of the day is Tito Puente, here teamed up with Celia Cruz.
Is saw these two back in 1991 in Rome, and that was one of the best gigs I ever saw.
On out, may the beerforce be with you for another year!
Wednesday, 11 November 2009
Back to the Egg
No, I am not and never was a fan of the wings (Paul McCartneys vehicle in the 1970s). I just thot that these four words fitted when I wanted to put down my memory of a Hash trip to West Berlin in April 1989 while I was working at some funny Ostrich Office en Varsovie, Pologne.
Mind you that in early 1988 my first impression of Warsaw was WOW, now I know what the 1950s must have been like here in Wien and surroundings.
A mere 6 months after my (our) Hash initiation (SE and I) we took off with a few local Hashers to partake in the Berlin H3 run number I couldn't care less. Simply don't remember anymore. All I do remember is that the show was being run by British Army Soldiers - very friendly lads I have to say - and one of the main features of that weekend besides some okay running was a drive around town in a genuine Doubledecker Bus, lotsa times straight alongside the wall which for long stretches consisted of Plexiglass, behind you could see the death strip , the soldiers with their Machine Gun, the dogs and everything perfectly alright. There was this really murky feeling all the way alongside that "Antifaschistischer Schutzwall" and I will probably have a hard time trying to explain what this was all about to ny little daughter who is three years old now.
Anyhow, I just wanted to express that Hashing used to be great fun also back then and especially with the Warsaw Hash House Harriers in the late 1980s.
Such experiences certainly are helpful to shape one's view. In one way or another.
Try to come along to the AGM this coming Sunday and fight for your rights., if only to get a Martinigansl. I will stick with the Cevapcici which are great.
Musical recommendation of the day is Paul McCartney
Support your favorites, at the Hash and elsewhere!
On Out.
Mind you that in early 1988 my first impression of Warsaw was WOW, now I know what the 1950s must have been like here in Wien and surroundings.
A mere 6 months after my (our) Hash initiation (SE and I) we took off with a few local Hashers to partake in the Berlin H3 run number I couldn't care less. Simply don't remember anymore. All I do remember is that the show was being run by British Army Soldiers - very friendly lads I have to say - and one of the main features of that weekend besides some okay running was a drive around town in a genuine Doubledecker Bus, lotsa times straight alongside the wall which for long stretches consisted of Plexiglass, behind you could see the death strip , the soldiers with their Machine Gun, the dogs and everything perfectly alright. There was this really murky feeling all the way alongside that "Antifaschistischer Schutzwall" and I will probably have a hard time trying to explain what this was all about to ny little daughter who is three years old now.
Anyhow, I just wanted to express that Hashing used to be great fun also back then and especially with the Warsaw Hash House Harriers in the late 1980s.
Such experiences certainly are helpful to shape one's view. In one way or another.
Try to come along to the AGM this coming Sunday and fight for your rights., if only to get a Martinigansl. I will stick with the Cevapcici which are great.
Musical recommendation of the day is Paul McCartney
Support your favorites, at the Hash and elsewhere!
On Out.
Monday, 9 November 2009
Zug um Zug / Train by Train?
Your tickets please! Yesterdays Hares Casting Couch and Sex Energy have set themselves the noble goal of bringing each and every neighboring village that is be found southwest of Vienna to you in form of a Hashrun.
The first impression after getting into Achau was the following:
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I hope that Hash Flash will publish the pic of those defunct waggons that have been placed near the local trainstation soon for your viewing pleasure, I reckon they provide housing for the local clochards. Very nice view indeed and looks all warm and cuddly from the outside. The abovementioned song must have been in the Kraut Hitparade in the early 1970s and gives a nice motto of yesterdays run I think.
Update Nov. 17: Check out the Pic from Hash Flash which makes the song above even more suitable, IMHO.
Further with original text, dare I say lyrics:
Since there is only flat flat flat terrain the subsequent run was a challenge primarily in getting rid of the chewing-rum like mud on ones shoes and it was only unfortunate that that bridge crossing at the end of that field did not lead by the Südbahn railway tracks which would have been a true-life linking to the song above.
Give the Hares credit I say not because just one is the love of my live (still crazy after all these years) and the udder one has been a successful GM of Vice for many years but that they incorporated a few local places just like the Backside of the Schloß Achau (I didn't know of its existence and neither did Munk in the last 35 years) and also a few old fashioned backroads. The last part of the run was a casual affair, with the usual sight of 80 % of the pack walking (have ve bekum geriatric?) and just of the very end towards the railway station that a little running could be seen.
One circle feature were the future of the Hash (playing kids including mine that is) and another one was Dear Alice, who completed his first 400 runz.
Since I enjoyed my Blunzengröstl at the OnIn a lot, you can check out a recipe here.
Oh, and do take part in all AGM proceedings. Remember that voting is a privilege in all democratic countries.
On Out.
The first impression after getting into Achau was the following:
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I hope that Hash Flash will publish the pic of those defunct waggons that have been placed near the local trainstation soon for your viewing pleasure, I reckon they provide housing for the local clochards. Very nice view indeed and looks all warm and cuddly from the outside. The abovementioned song must have been in the Kraut Hitparade in the early 1970s and gives a nice motto of yesterdays run I think.
Update Nov. 17: Check out the Pic from Hash Flash which makes the song above even more suitable, IMHO.
Further with original text, dare I say lyrics:
Since there is only flat flat flat terrain the subsequent run was a challenge primarily in getting rid of the chewing-rum like mud on ones shoes and it was only unfortunate that that bridge crossing at the end of that field did not lead by the Südbahn railway tracks which would have been a true-life linking to the song above.
Give the Hares credit I say not because just one is the love of my live (still crazy after all these years) and the udder one has been a successful GM of Vice for many years but that they incorporated a few local places just like the Backside of the Schloß Achau (I didn't know of its existence and neither did Munk in the last 35 years) and also a few old fashioned backroads. The last part of the run was a casual affair, with the usual sight of 80 % of the pack walking (have ve bekum geriatric?) and just of the very end towards the railway station that a little running could be seen.
One circle feature were the future of the Hash (playing kids including mine that is) and another one was Dear Alice, who completed his first 400 runz.
Since I enjoyed my Blunzengröstl at the OnIn a lot, you can check out a recipe here.
Oh, and do take part in all AGM proceedings. Remember that voting is a privilege in all democratic countries.
On Out.
Saturday, 7 November 2009
Boring nerd mode on
It's a Saturday morning, the first Martinigansln of the season have been digested and lerv is still around. I recommend to check out environments like die Wiener Märkte. My current favourite is the Vikor Adler Markt in the 10th district with a great and run-down Würstelstand in the midst of it, yet there are so many more spread around town. But of course you know about all them anyway or don't you?
Maybe it would be worth to combine a few of those for some sort of a Hash thing one day.
Musical recommendation of the day is the following:
I am going to see Mr. David Sanborn on Nov. 17 in the Wiener Konzerthaus together with my remarkable friend Mr. My Pint of View. This video is of 1987, the bass player is Marcus Miller. Don Grolnick keys, and the late Hiram Bullock on guitar. Neraly forgot to add Kenwood Dennard as the drummer.
Eat your heart out. If not, see you tomorrow in Achau.
Bei dem Weg, this blog is also intended as a link to their inglorious past for all those ex Vindobona Hashers who took the torch of the once World's Worst to new Shores. Cee Dee, Mindphuck Minuteman, Mr.Davolino, Mr. BOB Davolino, No Mercy Master, Multiple Entry...
Here's to you, friends.
On out.
Maybe it would be worth to combine a few of those for some sort of a Hash thing one day.
Musical recommendation of the day is the following:
I am going to see Mr. David Sanborn on Nov. 17 in the Wiener Konzerthaus together with my remarkable friend Mr. My Pint of View. This video is of 1987, the bass player is Marcus Miller. Don Grolnick keys, and the late Hiram Bullock on guitar. Neraly forgot to add Kenwood Dennard as the drummer.
Eat your heart out. If not, see you tomorrow in Achau.
Bei dem Weg, this blog is also intended as a link to their inglorious past for all those ex Vindobona Hashers who took the torch of the once World's Worst to new Shores. Cee Dee, Mindphuck Minuteman, Mr.Davolino, Mr. BOB Davolino, No Mercy Master, Multiple Entry...
Here's to you, friends.
On out.
Friday, 6 November 2009
Do what you like
Since the AGM is coming up in no time (Sunday a week) and it should be in the best interest of just about anyone out there to at least try and contribute to the noble sake of the regarded VH3 I thot i'd be appropriate to include a little something here that deals with inner values, if you like.
Blind Faith were a real shortlived so called "supergroup" back in 1969 , consisting of Eric Clapton, Ginger Baker (both Ex-Cream), Ric Grech and Stevie Winwood.
They just did one album and a tour in support and then, well check out the aforementioned link.
Stick to your beliefs, wotever they may be and then come along on AGM day (as on every udder Hashing day) and make things happen.
OnOn to Achau on Sunday!
On Out.
Blind Faith were a real shortlived so called "supergroup" back in 1969 , consisting of Eric Clapton, Ginger Baker (both Ex-Cream), Ric Grech and Stevie Winwood.
They just did one album and a tour in support and then, well check out the aforementioned link.
Stick to your beliefs, wotever they may be and then come along on AGM day (as on every udder Hashing day) and make things happen.
OnOn to Achau on Sunday!
On Out.
Thursday, 5 November 2009
Would you like a snack?
Just got back from the dentist and I can't think of a more suitable occasion to post a really defining moment for my musical upbringing here (Warning, might be downright crazy and weird to some):
I first listened to Frank Zappa's 200 Motels in 1982, long before I had seen the movie and frankly, back then I didn't have much a clue of what this was all about. After all this time the music and the film are still intriguing. Just like JS Bach. Or Miles Davis. What I am trying to say is that an eclectic taste of music is certainly most helpful for a better understanding of Life, the Universe and Everything.
On out.
I first listened to Frank Zappa's 200 Motels in 1982, long before I had seen the movie and frankly, back then I didn't have much a clue of what this was all about. After all this time the music and the film are still intriguing. Just like JS Bach. Or Miles Davis. What I am trying to say is that an eclectic taste of music is certainly most helpful for a better understanding of Life, the Universe and Everything.
On out.
Wednesday, 4 November 2009
Where did you buy that incense?
Just a few words or more specifically a question on the topic of locating a Hashrun near or right outside a railway station, meaning the only thing left for those without a car is to catch a train:
What's feasable in Lanzarote should also be possible and worth trying here in Vindobona, so better start saving for your own camel, guys!
And, getting a little sentimental (yet again?) about the 25th anniversary weekend down in Horitschon/Burgenland in 2007, here is the music that I had in mind when we started to plan the weekend based around this 21 km train trolley ride:
On out.
What's feasable in Lanzarote should also be possible and worth trying here in Vindobona, so better start saving for your own camel, guys!
And, getting a little sentimental (yet again?) about the 25th anniversary weekend down in Horitschon/Burgenland in 2007, here is the music that I had in mind when we started to plan the weekend based around this 21 km train trolley ride:
On out.
Tuesday, 3 November 2009
Road fatique
The Vienna city limits are being drawn where responsible Hares want them to be drawn and so it was only fair and square that the run on Oct. 4 was held in Deutsch-Jahrndorf. "DEUTSCH-JAHRN-WOT??" I hear you rightfully asking.
That tiny village "where public transport has ceased to exist since no-one ever goes there" (said the Directions on the Schedule) is in sight of Bratislava and a good hours drive east from Vienna.
A few traditional Burgenland houses and apart from that just flat and more flat area I haven't tasted the local wine though. Might be really good.
Mind you that 20 years ago there was still the old Iron Curtain only a few hundred metres or less away. The run with threatingly looking Hares in army uniforms and Tickpleaser even brought a homemade wooden rifle was long, boring and flat (Did I say that already?)
After quite a while the beer stop came up right next to where the old borderline with both Hungary and former Czechoslovakia ran by.
Three border markings, three different brands of beer were provided and none of them COLD!
Tickpleaser came up with a really strange quiz that Ice Queen won hands down and then it was on back all the way long flat and boring (but nice and warm outside temperature).
Since I had to leave to Circle a bit early there is nothing much more to add here.
On Out.
That tiny village "where public transport has ceased to exist since no-one ever goes there" (said the Directions on the Schedule) is in sight of Bratislava and a good hours drive east from Vienna.
A few traditional Burgenland houses and apart from that just flat and more flat area I haven't tasted the local wine though. Might be really good.
Mind you that 20 years ago there was still the old Iron Curtain only a few hundred metres or less away. The run with threatingly looking Hares in army uniforms and Tickpleaser even brought a homemade wooden rifle was long, boring and flat (Did I say that already?)
After quite a while the beer stop came up right next to where the old borderline with both Hungary and former Czechoslovakia ran by.
Three border markings, three different brands of beer were provided and none of them COLD!
Tickpleaser came up with a really strange quiz that Ice Queen won hands down and then it was on back all the way long flat and boring (but nice and warm outside temperature).
Since I had to leave to Circle a bit early there is nothing much more to add here.
On Out.
Monday, 2 November 2009
Small craft warnings
Vell, not much that hasn't been said yet about the past few days. Rejoice by the fact that the local Christmas Markets will soon be opening up and (Quote Sex-O-Phone) "selling P*ss on the streets" as if this wouldn't be the case all year round anyway. Here is a little something from run # 1432 in Deutsch Jahrndorf (Hares Unlce Bobby aka No Balls Prize and Tickpleaser), a run on the borderline of sanity by all means. More on that in a bit.
On out.
On out.
Try it on Steaks
Some sort of tactical drinking is required if want to survive an entire day in the Schweizerhaus or in any similar form of Beer Garden. Meaning, as an absolute regular costumer you are required to turn up on time (9:50 a.m. that is) and then slowly slip into the days routine which is to have a nice and relaxed time with people you like to be around with, have a bowl of soup as a basis or one of the houses specials, which of course is the STELZE in addition to the endless flowing beers.
Allow to add the fact of a little live Muzak and then try to not lose count of how many pints you have already consumed. I tried it repeatedly without success. Anyhow. Moosehead, an absolute first-timer onc losing day accompanied King Gook, Munk, yours truly and quite a large number of Hashing and related people through the day. Richard Kopf arrived minutes before closing time and I was told that his worthy contribution consisted of buying five beers and the next thing was that the beer counter was shout down. Until next year. Oh, to-day Hare King Ralph was also around at the Schweizerhaus (NATÜRLICH!) and ze Germanic way of overcoming a Hangover is SELBSTVERSTÄNDLICH to set a sucker of a run.
Which brings us straight to to-days special: "HALT ENDLICH DIE KLAPPE!!" sayeth the King to his poor doggie Vilja, then going on to spread some gibberish on how he got lost this morning, mysterious markings were being explaing such as false trail sign with a double X and one even with a quadruple one (I'm not referring to XXXX Beer from Oz here). Vell, OnOn down the hill for a kilometer or so only to find out a Double X sign, then back up to the carpark again. There find a pair of brandnew arrows pointing across the road, run on up the hill, after another huge check (and a pissing on trail stop) take off to the left and run another 1 1/2 k's downhill, just to find ... you know what.
Needless to say that it is on back to the carpark to find -> the brandnew set of Hash arrows pointing to the far end of the carpark and all the way UPHILL from there. Of course Fellow Hashers like Tickpleaser ("Hashblog? Useless info!") and Sperminator ("Hashblog? Civil servant with lots of time at hand?") were fast enough to even do a little jogging steep uphill. I somehow save my breath for this marvellous piece of information here and, having arrived on top of the hill on some kind of a meadow, the way was XXXX false trail meanng all the way back we came, this time for good and on home.
A decent time seemed to have been had by all, augmented by last Friday nite's Haloweenie party chez Squeeze Box Mama.
My personal conclusion for this entire weekend:
On Out
Allow to add the fact of a little live Muzak and then try to not lose count of how many pints you have already consumed. I tried it repeatedly without success. Anyhow. Moosehead, an absolute first-timer onc losing day accompanied King Gook, Munk, yours truly and quite a large number of Hashing and related people through the day. Richard Kopf arrived minutes before closing time and I was told that his worthy contribution consisted of buying five beers and the next thing was that the beer counter was shout down. Until next year. Oh, to-day Hare King Ralph was also around at the Schweizerhaus (NATÜRLICH!) and ze Germanic way of overcoming a Hangover is SELBSTVERSTÄNDLICH to set a sucker of a run.
Which brings us straight to to-days special: "HALT ENDLICH DIE KLAPPE!!" sayeth the King to his poor doggie Vilja, then going on to spread some gibberish on how he got lost this morning, mysterious markings were being explaing such as false trail sign with a double X and one even with a quadruple one (I'm not referring to XXXX Beer from Oz here). Vell, OnOn down the hill for a kilometer or so only to find out a Double X sign, then back up to the carpark again. There find a pair of brandnew arrows pointing across the road, run on up the hill, after another huge check (and a pissing on trail stop) take off to the left and run another 1 1/2 k's downhill, just to find ... you know what.
Needless to say that it is on back to the carpark to find -> the brandnew set of Hash arrows pointing to the far end of the carpark and all the way UPHILL from there. Of course Fellow Hashers like Tickpleaser ("Hashblog? Useless info!") and Sperminator ("Hashblog? Civil servant with lots of time at hand?") were fast enough to even do a little jogging steep uphill. I somehow save my breath for this marvellous piece of information here and, having arrived on top of the hill on some kind of a meadow, the way was XXXX false trail meanng all the way back we came, this time for good and on home.
A decent time seemed to have been had by all, augmented by last Friday nite's Haloweenie party chez Squeeze Box Mama.
My personal conclusion for this entire weekend:
On Out
Friday, 30 October 2009
Darn it
I can't help but to recommend another piece of really cool music stemming from, well, Birth of the Cool by my Hero Miles Davis.
Have a look:
Being a little sentimental here I am reminiscing about the old days when I used to typewrite, copy, and distribute Rehashes to the ogling masses of about 3 Hashers. (Maybe a few more than that).
On On to the Schweizerhaus tomorrow and of course to the Schottenhof on Sunday.
Until then.
Have a look:
Being a little sentimental here I am reminiscing about the old days when I used to typewrite, copy, and distribute Rehashes to the ogling masses of about 3 Hashers. (Maybe a few more than that).
On On to the Schweizerhaus tomorrow and of course to the Schottenhof on Sunday.
Until then.
Thursday, 29 October 2009
Napoleons Vindobonapart Summary
Alors les mecs! After quite a successful Whine Hash weekend down in the lovely province of Steiermark in April this year that was being organised by three little mermaids (we know who they are) it had been decided by the powers that be that yet an udder event shall be hosted, namely in Melk.
The theme was cleverly disguised as a French-related one (ah, Paris!, Napoleon invaded Ostrich country in 1809, maintenant c'est 200 ans apres, d'accord?) I think to remember that a wee little side comment by our remarkable RA Richard Kopf (and that sure IS his real Hashname and none other) said something like Vindobonapart.
All said and done, mid September brought some 50 Hashers from various clubs to Melk to that charming little Hotel called Wachauerhof, and the Friday night happenings went by without Sex Energy and myself since we left our little daughter Fallen Angel on Saturday morning with the Grandparents and it was on off to Melk.
Nice main run out there through Melk and surroundings that was set mainly by Free Willie leading out of town and on over a brdige across the lovely Westautobahn (one of Austrias main motorways, yet only a short interlude) and eventually over to the Schallaburg, an interesting place that hosts many exhibitions and hoh hoh hoh a large Napoleon exhibit was the main attraction over there.
"The beer stop is to be found at carpark # 5!" was muttered by someone and another 500 metres later there was some cold beer. FINALLY.
Think that was it? HAH! I laugh in yer face! "In case anyone wants to run back to Melk that would last another 1 1/2 hours running and a little longer for the walkers" - so I assume, since there was yet another very fine option out there.
"Haw-Haw, there is a Bus weserved for Mr. Norman Wandall leaving at four o'clock!" was being declared some two hours earlier. Plus the beer stop had been dismantled by some not well-meaning ones, so what could one do but grab a few cool ones and drink the time away until the Hash Bus departed? Fine and long circle, check out the pics from that weekend at the Hash Photosite. Link to follow.
Honestly speaking we have already had better evening entertainment on previous events, the evening party was a bit sluggish as fas s I am concerned.
Anyway.
Good lad Sex-O-Phone and myself decided to give the Hangover run on Sunday morning a miss and walk on straight to the endpoint which was the local rowing club next to the River Danube. What a wise decision since the Hares (Joystick and affiliates) had set a trail that lasted more than an hour.
Another circle in style and then it was on off for all. I took the train back to Vienna in the company of the Bintang Kidd, Sex Immigrant and Marathon Main (currently being posted in Cairo).
Conclusion: Bien fait et merci a tous et a toutes.
2 more sleeps until Schweizerhaus closing day.
On Out.
The theme was cleverly disguised as a French-related one (ah, Paris!, Napoleon invaded Ostrich country in 1809, maintenant c'est 200 ans apres, d'accord?) I think to remember that a wee little side comment by our remarkable RA Richard Kopf (and that sure IS his real Hashname and none other) said something like Vindobonapart.
All said and done, mid September brought some 50 Hashers from various clubs to Melk to that charming little Hotel called Wachauerhof, and the Friday night happenings went by without Sex Energy and myself since we left our little daughter Fallen Angel on Saturday morning with the Grandparents and it was on off to Melk.
Nice main run out there through Melk and surroundings that was set mainly by Free Willie leading out of town and on over a brdige across the lovely Westautobahn (one of Austrias main motorways, yet only a short interlude) and eventually over to the Schallaburg, an interesting place that hosts many exhibitions and hoh hoh hoh a large Napoleon exhibit was the main attraction over there.
"The beer stop is to be found at carpark # 5!" was muttered by someone and another 500 metres later there was some cold beer. FINALLY.
Think that was it? HAH! I laugh in yer face! "In case anyone wants to run back to Melk that would last another 1 1/2 hours running and a little longer for the walkers" - so I assume, since there was yet another very fine option out there.
"Haw-Haw, there is a Bus weserved for Mr. Norman Wandall leaving at four o'clock!" was being declared some two hours earlier. Plus the beer stop had been dismantled by some not well-meaning ones, so what could one do but grab a few cool ones and drink the time away until the Hash Bus departed? Fine and long circle, check out the pics from that weekend at the Hash Photosite. Link to follow.
Honestly speaking we have already had better evening entertainment on previous events, the evening party was a bit sluggish as fas s I am concerned.
Anyway.
Good lad Sex-O-Phone and myself decided to give the Hangover run on Sunday morning a miss and walk on straight to the endpoint which was the local rowing club next to the River Danube. What a wise decision since the Hares (Joystick and affiliates) had set a trail that lasted more than an hour.
Another circle in style and then it was on off for all. I took the train back to Vienna in the company of the Bintang Kidd, Sex Immigrant and Marathon Main (currently being posted in Cairo).
Conclusion: Bien fait et merci a tous et a toutes.
2 more sleeps until Schweizerhaus closing day.
On Out.
Napoleons Vindobonapart
Over the coming weekend I will try to come up with a short recollection of the past away Weekend that the VH3 has had in Melk in Lower Austria in mid September, some 80 km west of Vienna.
In the meantime I am looking forward to the closing day of Viennas most astounding beer garden which is the Schweizerhaus (www.schweizerhaus.at) this coming Saturday. Madness and Oompah Music. Will try to cover that briefly as well. If my computer won't have met its maker before then.
Just listened to Exile on Main Street by the Rolling Stones. Let it Loose being one of my favourite tracks.
On Out.
In the meantime I am looking forward to the closing day of Viennas most astounding beer garden which is the Schweizerhaus (www.schweizerhaus.at) this coming Saturday. Madness and Oompah Music. Will try to cover that briefly as well. If my computer won't have met its maker before then.
Just listened to Exile on Main Street by the Rolling Stones. Let it Loose being one of my favourite tracks.
On Out.
Wednesday, 28 October 2009
Lord Glo Balls
You may or may not well know that the Vindobona Hash has been founded in the spring of 1982 and two of our errrr... members in their middle years have been true and faithful ever since. I am of course referring to Munk and Glo-Balls. The former a tame Southern Canadian from Brooklyn NY and certainly more Ostrich that human, the latter Mr. Vindobona Hash in many respects. Not only does he maintain the local Hash Website, Hash Cash, Run Stats and such, he certainly is one of the most organized people when it comes to Hash finances and the like.
Well, a few weeks ago he reached THE magic number in any Hashers life, namely run # 1000.
Sunday last week saw a fitting knighting ceremony and GB had been bestowed upon the title of LORD GLO-BALLS; Order of the Vindobona Hash. Time will tell if those who are getting nearer to that number will be allowed to join the noble fold. Like Munk and our dearly beloved Grand Meister who goes by the name of St.Norman.
Glo-Balls hared that run out near the Autokino in Groß-Enzersdorf and there is not much you can do wrong in that area trailwise. A relaxed 50 minutes or so later back at the cars, lamenting the sorry fate of pissy beer (choose Not oder Elend between Egger and Pittinger) the knighting ritual was charmingly being put together and performed by Munk and Lady Go Diver. If Mind the Gap can get his act together then one fine day you may be able to see a few pics at the Hash Photosite that can be found here: http://tinyurl.com/yzczu9c
I am a newbie to blogging so please bear with me if you miss any functionality on this site. It'll continue to grow.
On Out for now.
Oh, and do try to give Roxy & Elsewhere by Frank Zappa a listen. A truly fine album.
Well, a few weeks ago he reached THE magic number in any Hashers life, namely run # 1000.
Sunday last week saw a fitting knighting ceremony and GB had been bestowed upon the title of LORD GLO-BALLS; Order of the Vindobona Hash. Time will tell if those who are getting nearer to that number will be allowed to join the noble fold. Like Munk and our dearly beloved Grand Meister who goes by the name of St.Norman.
Glo-Balls hared that run out near the Autokino in Groß-Enzersdorf and there is not much you can do wrong in that area trailwise. A relaxed 50 minutes or so later back at the cars, lamenting the sorry fate of pissy beer (choose Not oder Elend between Egger and Pittinger) the knighting ritual was charmingly being put together and performed by Munk and Lady Go Diver. If Mind the Gap can get his act together then one fine day you may be able to see a few pics at the Hash Photosite that can be found here: http://tinyurl.com/yzczu9c
I am a newbie to blogging so please bear with me if you miss any functionality on this site. It'll continue to grow.
On Out for now.
Oh, and do try to give Roxy & Elsewhere by Frank Zappa a listen. A truly fine album.
Some initial thoughts
Hi-de-Ho out there, after many years of putting together Rehashes that still can be found in the respective subsection of the Vindobona Hash Website (check out www.viennahash.at) and a long hiatus I thought it would be a nice idea to start a blog to share some thoughts about life, the universe and everything.
This blog will serve mostly to document the happenings at the local Hash here in Vienna with some occasional excursion into other areas of interest.
Like Beer, Music and Haikus.
More to come.
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