Watch what happens

Finally. The Induction of the next candidate into the local Hall of Hash, better known as the OVH (Order of the Vindobona Hash).Inductee # 2 or runner up to the inimitable Lord Glo-Balls was Munk and the scene was set for Laxenburg Schlosspark where you basically cannot fail to set a good run and you definitely meet up with loads of nice mosquitos.
Since I couldn't be at the event for medical reasons, I thought that I'll just make up a short story, taking in account the 793 times we have been to Laxenburg before. Please take a few moments to admire photographic doumentation  of a few decorations that have occured in the preceding weeks, not necessariliy in chronological order:

A very tasteful celebration 

To be followed by

Somebody Else's dream 

And ...

Well, another celebration 

and eventually

The Return of the Cardinal!

The fact is that we are becoming a geriatric chapter and I think that this is a fine thing. Add new blood to oldish, well, local Hashers and people will think that the Vindobona Hash has got some tradition. Which it certainly has. Very Hashy Birthday to the following Harriette:

Flowers to the Lady!

Since I cannot say much more about all this in absence, on out herewith. More Muzak to follow.

There is no greater love

A place to be recommended to go to is Croatia. First time my parents took me there in 1970 (old times in Yugoslavia) and after a very long break family went back in 2006 and last week again, this time to a place near Porec on the upper Istrian Coast. Very familyfriendly and, of course, great beer. Drink Ozujsko and Karlovacko.

Which, certainly, brings me to a plea to support our friends from the Zagreb Hash House Harriers. My personal heros, the lads who make everything possible for a special price. Take a trip down to one of their weekends, a strong recommedation from your Hash Blogger.

Anyhow, back in Vienna (and having apparently missed Ice Queens 500th and Richard Kopf's 750th  run, congrats!) it was time to explore parts of the Bisamberg again after the Sendemast got blown away a short while ago. The thing at least I was longing for most during the entire run was a glorious bottle of cold white wine . hey, we were in the middle of one of the major wino areas of Vienna! - but alas! the only thing worthwhile to report were grazing goats on top of the hill, not far from the former Antenna on top.

As we all not really had a choice but to run back downhill again, the reward for all of this - thanks to all the Dutch Hares! - was cold Pilsner Urquell!
The inspired circle featured, well, much of the same procedure as every week and then it was on off to an OnIn of the different kind, not the Weinbeisser that was planned for by the Hares, but the Heurigen right next to the parking lot where they had Freistädter Beer, Rindsgulasch and Schinkenbrote. Excellent stuff.

On Out.


I always liked Heinz Baked Beans - what about you? Get The Who's Album The Who Sell out from 1967.

One more thing

Just for comparison matters please check out the the clips below, one is a hell of an impostor (in Hashrelated terms only) yet a godly musician and the second trio, well, grew a little tammie since 2004, errrr..





And here come the real guys, or...
(Unfortunately, no more audio available for this track (sob!)

Signing off shortly

We're planning to go to the seaside for a week (health of the family permitting) so no more Hash related news for a few days. Stay curious and thirsty and try to hit the Good Life.

On Out.

Simple and Beautiful

On Norwegian National Day it was left to the Hares Harry Tosser and No Balls Prize to come up with a run that started in front of the Johann Strauß statue in the Stadtpark. Loads of Norwegian flags were handed out and a short little jog down towards the Donaukanal and then further on towards the edge of the Prater ensued.
There the gang bang bus waited with more Norwegian flags, the fantastic Dizzy Izzy Game, a big rope (for the tug-of-war) and a little parcours that waited to be used for a sack hopping competition (photographic documentary provided as mostly all the time by My Pint of View). Not to forget to mention the nearly cold beer!

Start it all off with the song stop. Feel free to comment and/or provide a suitable translation. I just couldn't be bothered as I did not want to take away this beautiful lyrics' magic.

To be followed by the nicest looking Norwegians that never were:

                                              At the hop!

                                                Tug of war

After this hilarious interlude it was on back to the Stadtpark, yet the wrong way which was the out trail. The usual longish Richard Kopf-led circle followed until we were allowed to wash our blues away at Flanagans.

On Out.

Cobwebs and Strange

Wot's wrong with a little rainfall in May may I ask you? Just to whet your appetite I shall take the liberty to include a recent and brandnew pic from our very own Mr. Smile a bit further down. To be honest - which I am not supposed to be here folks - I have to give the Hares Mind the Gap and Casting Couch credit for trying out a bit of a variation which took the trail off the Donauinsel near the Nordbrücke and into the 22nd district which contains the Floridsdorfer Aupark and after crossing a major intersection near the Floridsdorfer Spitz, right into the old Wasserpark. Led by Mr. No Balls Prize, Gangster and Flying Dutchman, the crossover back to the Donauinsel and eventually back to the carpark happened in no time. Not too much variation possible with setting trails in this area IMHO.
The circle in the pouring rain mainly featured the unexpected appearance of My Pint of View and Circle Jerk who happened to drive to Brigittenauer Brücke (wring starting point) and then walk on over all the way to the Floridsdorfer Brücke. Tuff.

On Out.

A smile a day puts the rainfall away

And now, dig The Who. Get their album A Quick One from 1966.

Now night arrives with her purple legion

I actually wasn't even aware that the Währinger Park existed, let alone that the Fischerbräu (one of Minuteman's favourite hangouts for Jazz Brunches) was so close nearby. Anyhow, very accidently Sex Energy asked me: "Fallen Angel is staying overnight with her grandparents, so why don't we do the Full Moon Run?".  All I could do other than gawk in disbelief was to keep her asking on our way out to the 19th district :" Are you really sure you would like to make it there?".  You know the answer as I am writing this, mainly for myself.
Amongst lots of familiar faces at the start I made out Death to Flying things (whom I first mistook for Needleman) and Anita Hanjob with her son, a keen runner indeed.
Running up and down and seemingly all over Döbling, nearly invocating Christian Eipeltauers Ghost again (we COULD have gone there after all!) and, having admired some Gemeindebau architecture and some HUGE villas of the rich and famous people, a beer stop came up with actually COLD BEER - well done Hares! - and the way back should have been the literal piece of cake - were it not that by following Ice Queen and Slush Puppie at least I lost orientation for a couple of moments until we got back to Währinger Park and it was only when Sex Energy phoned up saying "I got lost within Währinger Park" I realised that Whoppa and Pocahontits shared that remarkable experience.

A Full Moon circle can be a laid back experience and usually lasts much shorter than its equivalent at the once World's Worst Hash. Beer and lots of Food at the Fischerbräu concluded all of this.

On Out.

Your humble Hash Blogger sipping down a little wisdom