As we know (as we know) hashers come in all shapes, sizes and varying levels of alcohol dependency. These differences manifest themselves in the hashes each hasher attends. City hashers: the OG hashers. Don’t have lives. Often seen owning the dance floor at QS. Maintaining regular relationships proves difficult. Full moon hashers: werewolfves disguised under the human skin, nocturnal, hide their alcoholism [...]
There are nine million bicycles in Beijing, That’s a fact, It’s a thing we can’t deny, Like the fact that we never have clear sky; There are 1928 Hutongs in Beijing, That’s a guess, No-one can ever say it’s true, But I know 八大胡同 are the best ones, Since most reputable streetwalkers once lived there; There are six billion [...]
Top o’ the morning to ya, hashers and harriettes. It’s that wonderful holiday again where we start the day with alcoholic coffee, wear green, and go on a jaunt frolicking between drinking spots for hours on end until we end up as a disheveled pile of Fenian shite, asleep drunk at a pub, regretting our poor decision making and wiping [...]
This is the hash for the Worm Moon, so named because native Americans – not the rather high-handed Europeans, particularly the British and French – knew this moon after the trails that appear in the newly-thawed ground. The invaders didn’t care. Winter is over, and a growing season is begun; birds can, you know, make replacement birds and be confident [...]
This is the hash for the Snow Moon, so named because more snow commonly falls during this month than during any other. Well, that’s a view; a bit northern-hemisphere-specific, maybe, but we don’t care about that! What’s more, ah, entertaining is that it’s also the moon for the lovers’ delight, the most exciting night of the year, the most keenly [...]