BALI HHH II TRASH INDIAN SUMMER HIGH IN THE HILLS

BALI HHH II TRASH INDIAN SUMMER HIGH IN THE HILLS

SATURDAY 11TH DECEMBER

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Heavenly weather given slight eastward drift though it did pigs down last night – everything so fresh and green and round each bend a new pastel picture postcard. Rescued by RINGTAIL and 69ER from the FLY where small beer 40 thou – bit steep in this xi omicronpi Cauldron of unaccountability don’t you think – and transported home by STEPTOE and CHOCOLATE FINGER accompanied by BELLA, STRAWBERRY BLONDE & GINGER – such a lucky fellow. So what happened in between? Does anyone really wish to know? At one stage I found myself alone with only the HARES and PROST bartenders, all the nice girls having dutifully sloped off over the horizon. Someone must have had a word. Lovely to see BLIND DOG again. Sensible and well laid trail – well signed also – which saw all back (including HORNY HERRING) by 18.00. Well done MUSTAPHA SHITE (virgin lay) with BARNACLE BALLS, HANDJOB, and newly christened CHECKBACK CHARLIE. Absolutely no complaints whatsobleedinever. Good accoustics in this bedeg insulated wantilan, where SERIAL OFFENDER came over loud and clear and even YWGMH could be heard baptising CHECKBACK CHARLIE and deflorating a panoply of virgins (in the absence of WOODEN EYE) as well as shriving reticent maiden whose name I wish I could recall. Then a simple song for simple souls – OH SIR JASPER – She’s a most delightful lady.

What’s in a name? A nose by any other name would smell a rat! Since I was asked by DISCO WANKER to clarify origins and informed all the world that BUNTER (ex Cambridge & Bali Hash) awarded me NIGHTJAR in the mid-eighties, I must own to other appellations over the years. First PROFESSOR pronounced by the inscrutable ROOTER at the outset. In Tokyo where I ran twice only it was BURLINGTON BARTIE by NIGGER, ash-blond second sec of the Brit Emb. HASH PLICK from PJ ANIMALS, HASH WOG in Cambridge Mismanagement, and RED-EYE VIC, clear association with DEAD-EYE DICK and MEXICAN PETE and doubtless overindulgence in all the good things in life with the splendid SONGKHLA HASH with whom I ran on many occasions. I never did get a name in SING where it all began. But no one had official HASH names in those days. I’ve been called a few other things besides, but never mind.

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