In these dark, cold and wet Wintery days, it is understandable that
we may get the blues from time to time. The stresses and pressures of
work add further to our gloomy disposition. It is only natural that
we seek the warmth and comfort of whatever light we may find.

Sometimes the light comes to us – as it did recently to the Hash. And
the Hash, being the solid citizens that we are, feel it is not right
that we hog all of this light ourselves, and therefore endeavor
below, to share with you some of the warmth that this shaft of watery
light has brought us.

Lets call it: Hares fleeing and granny's peeing.

On a recent night run, through an area of Kaohsiung one might
describe as rural-urban, the trail crossed over a few rice paddies,
and then came up a short slope into an alley - dead-ended at one end
by a warehouse of some description. The elaborate security measures
of the aforementioned warehouse included a motion-activated security
light, the wattage of which seemed to roughly equate that of a WW2
searchlight. So it was that four hashers – Spam Jammer (not a tiny
new Yorker), Not your Normal Knockers (be it day or night, they a not
normal), and two other Hashers of the expat variety, moved through
the rice paddies and up into the alley, thereby triggering the
security light.

While the four hashers, mentioned previously, were obviously startled
by their sudden illumination, their surprise was Lilliputian compared
to the degree of angst that suddenly befell the poor granny, who was -
  up till that moment - enjoying the relief and pleasure one derives
from peeing in a darkened ally. The startled octogenarian's degree of
consternation was further multiplied, as her furtive glance over her
shoulder revealed the presence of four foreigners, standing virtually
in her rapidly spreading puddle.

In a hormonal frenzy that would impress many a kinesiologist, the
fight or flight reaction set in and she took off down the formally
darkened alley, in a manner which may just put Marion Jones to shame –
  bearing in mind her drawers were still around her knees. She
appeared to also provide commentary on her progress - at maximum
volume. Last but certainly not least; in an admirable display of
fortitude and a determination to get the job done, she did not stop
peeing either!

The mind boggles with the possibilities:

· Possibly a cure for constipation.

· Possibly a demonstration sport at the next Olympics – The
squat/pee/sprint (or Splash'n'dash for short).

Ah! Another of those Hash moments.