In Memory of Wayne Tishburn 'Hash Groupie' 

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“Has it really been ten years?” I asked Baby Wipes. “Yep mate” he replied. “Ten years since I left Thailand.” He came round to my house on Sunday. He drank Leo beer, I drank Chang. We shoot the shit. He changed to whiskey, I changed to gin. We shoot more shit. He stayed on whiskey, I changed to pastis. More shit. He left and we agreed to meet each other on Monday’s Hash. He made it and brought along another southern hemisphere absconder. Tool Tugger. It was appropriate that their return was this run, as this was The Remembrance Run. Mind you he did bring up the fact that his excrement was a weird colour and did I have any ideas why. Foolish guy, I am colour blind.    Unfortunately, seventeen hashers have departed for that big hash in the sky. All had untimely departures. At the A-site, the hares, Tampax and VV, had set up a billboard with pictures of the deceased hashers. Although there was a good crowd of hashers, many did not know some of the deceased.
The Bean was GM when he copt it. He had been out of work for a while. Got a job on a drilling vessel that got hit by Hurricane Gay. 96 dead. He was liked by so many.
The Cabin Boy’s Bum Boy. Ran into a parked truck that had no lights on. This was on a motorbike with a sidecar. He bought this as he thought it would be a safer way to drive home. Probably, one of the biggest funerals in Pattaya.
Hash Groupie. Died in mysterious circumstances in a hotel room in Bangkok. Handcuffed and with a plastic bag over his head. The jury is still out over this one.
Magic. Major health problems, whose onset were rapid. He was involved in hashing all over the world. Wrote a book and met the guys who started hashing worldwide.
Baloni. Heart attack. Never strayed too far from the beer truck. We know what he is doing in “Heaven Hash.”
Hammer. Never got over Groupie’s death.
F Troop. Oh! that demon drink.
Snowflake. Oh! that smile. Her passing away was the only one that was diagnosed. The big C. On the day of her funeral, the Pattaya hash had an outstation run preplanned. Such was her magnetism that the run was cancelled and everybody raced back to Pattaya to attend it. There are others as you will see below, but I do not know their details so well.
As they say in Thai, “Puag khou di pai laow,” “life goes on” and so does the hash. Our GM Flying Frog started proceedings with a minute’s silence. This I timed and found it was short, but because most of our deceased hashers were known to be SCBs (short cutting bastards) felt that they would have appreciated this. Hares explained different paper and we were off. Checks, false trails and more shooting the shit with Baby Wipes and Tool Tugger found the three of us at the “on in” first. This had Sun Flower rushing over to take our picture. The real runners arrived shortly after us. Yao Yao was one of the later arrivals. A good runner, but not happy with the run. “Boring and predictable” was his retort, when asked “how was it?” Sir Airhead brought this up later on, when he berated and iced the hares. Pattaya now has several hashes. These other ones are for fit, feisty, fleet of foot hashers. You know the type. They look like they can run. The Pattaya Hash has always been the domain of (for the guys) where you can sweat off the previous week’s consumption of overindulgence of alcohol, without being a fatality. This  also has the benefit of being able to look at good-looking girls in spandex. The Pattaya Hash has always been the domain of (for the girls) where you can pick up free food while “running!!” err, walking through pineapple fields and enjoy getting looked at in spandex by the perving eyes of the sweaty, knackered guys who think they can run. Also being female, they can swap notes on what their husbands have been up to. Talking of notes. Mine are undecipherable, but here are a couple of points. Heifer Humper is looking for a fat midget. It is good to see the Pattaya Hash is still attracting the avant-garde. Sir Chicken Fucker now has two lovely food inspector girls, who wear food inspection plates that will turn colour if the food is not up to a certain standard. I see in my notes that when I handed my clip board to Baby Wipes he has written, “At this time scribe went for a piss, Sun Flower worry about him.” Two points. God bless you petal, and I am glad to see they are still speaking English well well in Australia. Thanks TQ2 for another great happy hour.

On On,
General Kidney Wiper

Hashers Who Took a False Trail and Never Made it Back to the Pack
Jesse Sandoval - MEXICAN BEAN 03 Nov 89
Jimmy Hill - CAPTAIN DAN, THE DIRTY OLD MAN
Ken Court 
Bob Balboni - BALONI
Jeremy Eckford - CABIN BOY'S BUM BOY 19 July 93
Tim Hughes - MAGIC 24 Jan 98
Wayne Tishburn - HASH GROUPIE 02 Aug 99
Mike Simpson - O.J. 07 Aug 99
Skip Camyre - WINGNUT 01 Feb 00
Roy Vistung - SKINNY SCANDI 01 Jan 01
Namfon Ploydee - CRICKET 09 Jan 02
Steve Drum - PACEMAKER 03 April 02
Ray Becroft - F-TROOP 30 April 02
Bob Hager - BONY ARSE BOB 20 May 02
Paul Leon - HAMMER 19 Jun 03
Francis Glaude - SNEAK OUT SPROUT 07 Aug 03
Pom Jones - SNOWFLAKE 18 Aug 04