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What about this then -
2 releases in as many months! We've had loads of material sent in to get
through, so time for more regular updates. Right now Sharpie is back in
Sydney, having recently come back from the Phuket Hash House Harriers
1000th run. What a hoot. The Princess came with me and as usual she
proved to be popular all round.
The big announcement?
Well close Rosie me old luv, but no cigar! - The Princess is not up the
duff (unless she was more popular over in Thailand than I knew about!),
but we are engaged. Yes, the big man has finally fallen after 43 years.
More of that below.
It was great to go
back to Thailand and see everyone again. I missed the tsunami by a few
days and felt pretty helpless over here in Sydney. I think really it was
so good to see everyone again and know that they are ok. We had our
collective babble about what had happened, which was good just to talk
about it. I guess the only sad news I have from there is the passing of
Peter "Lord Weasel T*ts" Frodsham, from the Phuket Hash. At only 53, he
left a big hole in our lives. More of that further down.
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Yes,
the rumours are true!!! Sharpie has finally been snared. The great man fell
to the lovely Princess Flavia of Florianopolis of Brazil. Tired of chasing each
other around the world for the last 4 years (much to the delight of the airline
companies), we have finally made the decision to hang out in Sydney. So, the
Princess and little Josh will be joining me later this year, for a summer
marriage in Sydney early next year. Visa pending of course! It ain't all over
until the fat lady sings and the visa folk have spoke. Fingers crossed on that
front. We are still waiting to hear. I really do hope they don't know about this
website!
Joining us will be the Princess's son Joshua.
Another Leo! and what a showman he is. Even better - he took a shine to rugby
big time whilst they were here. I am looking forward to those conversation that
go something like "Will you take Josh to watch the rugby?". Oh yippee will I?!
Throwing a six to get on the family boardgame. Instant family - way to go!
Where is Florianopolis? It's
here!
And the details for the girls, were that I proposed when they down here earlier
this year. It was up on Observatory Hill overlooking the Sydney Harbour Bridge.
The wedding dress and evening dress, both hand made of Thai Silk are errr........
I've no idea - not allowed to see ! Anyway, they are with the Princess and I
understand they are lovely. That's all I know! I suppose I better dig out
something a little more decent than my Hash shirts then!
Honeymoon? Well, as we will have family here,
not yet. And also the fact that the only 2 continents we haven't met up on yet
are Antarctica and Africa, it will be nice to hang around Sydney & enjoy the
summer without having to change flight tickets, renew visas etc. etc. That and
the fact that it's all gonna be a bit new for Josh, so we've gotta settle him in
first.
The Princess recently came through with flying colours after a trip to Thailand
recently. Partying with 450 smelly Hash House Harriers, she certainly held
her own. See the Phuket 1000th for more
details.
In the last edition of SharpieBabble, we set the T shirt competition. Ok
time for the results...
What is written on the Brasilian flag?
Ah Brazil, the land of Honeys, where the good Princess of Florianopolis
orginates.The answer of course is... "Order em Progresso" - Order and
Progression!
More details here if you wish
Far too many winners
fleecing us for T shirts this time, so not so easy for the next one. The wonder of a web search eh?!
So, here they are in all their Glory: The Winners!
You might not wanna wear that when
campaigning for funds for the disabled George!
I don't want to know about what the sheep is
going there Gerry
It
is with great sadness that we have the report the passing the Peter "Lord
Weasel T*ts" Frodsham, lately of the Phuket Hash House Harriers. Weasel died of a
sudden heart attack last month. He left the party way to early at the
insurmountable age of only 53. It's unbelievable, as he was one of the thin fit
guys.
Weasel was
one of those folk with whom I could share a warped sense of humour. Always one
to ruin a song by 'adjusting' the lyrics to more immoral purposes, we shared a
similar sense of humour. Not sure if it was a North England thing, but we
certainly twisted a few. We had a pact then when I got back over to Thailand,
that we would get together and really take Perry Como and Co. apart, but it was
just not to be. Ironic that he survived the tsunami over there only to be
brought down like this. We often compared notes prior to performing
Steward spots for the Phuket Hash House Harriers. It was startling that
sometimes our material would run very similarly, so and easy task to swap some
stuff back and forth. I guess the pinnacle of that
career was performing to the 450 drunken Hashers for the Phuket 1000th run recently.
Well Perry Como, you're safe for a while, but always remember.... "Catching a
falling Carlsberg, put it in your pocket" etc (to the tune of catch a falling
star etc. in case you missed that).
I guess our combined claim to fame was
the now famous "Rosie Players". The antics of the Duke of Puke, Weasel & myself
taking the p*ss out our aging, but charismatic friend Rosie. As he progresses
through the years, the pants rise and the back stiffens. Check out the photo
here which captures one of those great moments.
Weasel had recently taken part in the Phuket
10's tournament on the vets team with Duke, myself and a whole bunch of other
people who should have hung up their boots a long time ago. We didn't win - but
we did make the TV and press reports after abandoning one game after the first
kick.... to rush to the touchline & skull the line of 50 Heineken waiting there.
We sure will miss him, so it's only fitting
that we reflect on some of the brighter moments in our life spent with him.
There are many stories I could pick, but the
one for me is the fun we had on a "Hugh Jorgen" Run a little while ago. I had
forgotten all the events of the previous night by the next day (a clear
conscience!), but the smell emanating from Weasel's jeep the next morning was
more than indicative that something happened and we were probably involved. The
previous evening the Duke of Puke had
got into his Weasels Jeep for the journey home, thrown up (as he is the Duke of Puke after all). This
subsequently set Weasel off & the whole inside was just one mass of upchuck.
Meanwhile on the outside, Gollum, who doesn't have much in the way of padding, tried to grab
hold of the jeep to hitch a ride, fell off & was seen the next day in various
bandages & plaster casts. Meanwhile yours truly was nursing skinned bare inner thighs after figuring it
would be a really good idea to slide down a palm tree, which ran through the
palace we were partying in, form one floor to another. Yes it hurt. Folk were
left wondering how on earth such a large night was had in such a small amount of
time. I should add that during all these events that the Jeep was completely
stationary and we hadn't even set off back yet.
Ah what the h*ll, lets wheel another story
out, we've got time....
If you ever take a ride past the Club
Residence in Kamala, Phuket, you should be able to see a black saloon car - with
Pink rings all the way down the side. This belongs to our good friends WC
Fields, lately of Hash name "Billy The Squid", now known for his wandering hands
amongst the wimmin. Late one night Duke & Weasel, armed with pink paint, a
couple of sink plungers and fuelled by a sea of Tiger Beers, set to work. The
car in question now has great big pink quid sucker rings running all down the
side of it...and on the top,,, and the boot.... and the bonnett. They made such
a good job, WC has left it like this.
We hope you enjoy the photographs here.
Who'd have though that the 'just another night out in Weasel's bar" photos set
would be amongst the last. I understand that the wake held at the Kamala beer
garden was well attended. Some 6 kegs were skulled in the 14 hours that folk
passed by to pay their respects. People came from all over - The rugby
community, Hash House Harriers, Dulwich College- where weasel worked and by many
other people who knew him. There was also a simultaneous wake held in Canada at
the same time with WC fields. Down in Sydney too we had one earlier.
Well Weasel mate, you got a good send off
and so it's so long and off to the great
Hashers On On in the sky. We're sure gonna miss you mate.
Weasel is survived by several
hangovers, a couple of unpaid bar bills and a large gap in our Hash social
lives.
aka Sickf**********r in Hash Circles
(click on image for full size)
Duke of Puke, Muff Muncher & Weasel re-create Rodin's "The Stinker"
Weasel get a down down
Duke & Weasel warm the ice
Drink it down, down, down
Let's have more beer & see how it "Bed Pan's" out!
Kill that hangover!
Weasel in "Lord" mode
Weasel entertains on the Phuket 1000th run
Spotted by Weasel
Weasel, yours truly & Duke as the world famous "Rosie Players"
Weasel in Eric Morecambe mode
Another quiet night in Weasel's bar
2005 Phuket 10's. Vi*grabonds.
Weasel front row centre
Every year some 60,000 Sydneysiders see fit to don their running gear & fancy
dress, then chase
through the streets of Sydney and out to Bondi Beach on a
14.5k jolly called The City To Surf
Run. This year Sharpie joined them to see how it was.... Well, long is how
it was!
This is often described as a 'fun run'. Having chased up what is
affectionately known as "Heartbreak Hill", for it's ability to stop a few on the
way up with it's incline, I can truly tell you there was nothing funny about
that bit!
The day began with some 67,000 people gathered together in the centre of
Sydney. A few of us were there from the
Sydney Thirsty Hash House Harriers
huddled & trying to catch the warmth of the sun. Many people doing this run wear
their worn out tracky bottoms & tops and these are shed a few minutes before the
start, left for the Salvation army to pick up. It's pretty funny to see this
happen. There's clothes flying everywhere, making the scenario like world's
biggest strip tease!
Of course you do get the occasional fancy dress entry. There were folk
dressed as Sp*rms (sponsored by D*rex of course!), Batmen, Leprechauns,
Gorillas, Chickens oh and a giraffe. There were several starts due to the
enormity of the event. Sharpie flocked with our Hashers in the "Back of the
Pack" ie everyone else. In hindsight, I think I might need to move up to a
faster group next time. I ran with my mate Mick "Pokerharder" from the Hash and
we spent the first 10k weaving in and out of the pack, trying to get ahead. This
proved completely impossible though, for the first 2k due to the attendance. The
pack meandered its way out through the Eastern suburbs of Sydney, up the
heartbreak hill and out toward the eastern beaches, with a fine view of Bondi
Beach on the final straight.
There were some great sights and support along the way: Jazz bands playing in
bus shelters, folk throwing water, flags, banners and those who simply came to
cheer the runners on. The post run entertainment was the beer bucket laid on by
the Sydney Larrikins Hash House Harriers. Just what you need after a run like
that! A few of us carried on and joined the leftovers of the day in the Bondi
Beach Hotel. It certainly went downhill from there on as the alcohol was sucked
into the bloodstream of the dehydrated!
How did I do? Well, try as I might, I was beaten by 5 Sp*rms, 2 batmen & a
Leprechaun. I do feel proud however, that no chickens, gorillas or vegetables
passed me.
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Floppettes
This part of the site is dedicated to those snippets of fun stories and
tales, not big enough to warrant a whole article, but funny enough to
get some space here.
Got a funny for floppy flaps?
Click here and tell us about it! and get your name on the list of
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Scottish Colin, the offshore oil worker; Meg
"Front Loader" Garven; Steve Mitchell; Frank "One Eyed" Rosser -
Sydney Thirsty Hash House Harriers; Willy "Beach" Eaton
Big Mac and Fried Brain Please!
Those Ozzie girls have been at it again! This girl goes to do a bit of shopping
with her Aunt, who asks to drive. Toward the end of the day, they decide to
order at a drive-thro McDonalds. Her Aunt orders the usual Big mac etc., same
for her neice.... only the order isn't forthcoming...because whe has just placed
the order with the rubbish bin near to the order point! Source - TripleM Radio, Sydney
Marriage Can Be Bad For You!
A Malaysian woman who was due to be married died after being bitten by a 3 metre
long king cobra. Family member said "When it was time for prayers, Arni took her
neices into the room to change their clothes. She did not see the snake on the
bed and it bit her. She was buried in her wedding dress Source - New Sunday Times, Malaysia
Bolywood P*rn Stars!
Police in India's eastern state of Orissa rounded up about 200 people watching a
p*rn movie in a cinema hall & made them do 10 sit-ups in public as punishment.
Parents of teenagers under 17 caught in the net were ordered to watch the
punishment, while all the culprits were made to take a vow never to watch a
sleazy movie again (yeah - right! I reckon they'll have pecs like Schwarzeneggerif this
keeps up!) Source - Hindustan Times
Country and Western meets blues
These are all titles of genuine country & western songs. Funny how they never
made it!
My wife ran off with my best friend and I
sure do miss him.
Her teeth were stained but her heart was
pure
How can I miss you if you won't go away?
Get your tongue outta my mouth 'cos I'm
kissing you goodbye
I flushed you from the toilets of my
heart
Mama get the hammer (there's a fly on
Papa's head)
You done tore out my heart and stomped
that sucker flat.
I wouldn't take her to a dogfight, 'cos
I'm afraid she's win.
About 10 years ago, whilst travelling between the UK and Oz, I stopped
in Thailand. I stumbled on a bunch of blokes who seemed to be having fun
and calling themselves the "Hash House Harriers". I went over to talk to
a gentleman called "Porky", who was having a beer (or 50) with some chap
called "Wedding Balls". That conversation has cost me numerous hangovers
and cost me more money in plane tickets than I care to mention. Glad I
met them? You betcha! I have had so much fun since becoming a part
of the Hash fraternity. On my first Hash, my Hash babysitter to make
sure I didn't get lost on the trail (who got me lost on the trail) was
Lenny "Boy Stoker" Bilton.- Hey Lenny - hope you're lookin' in! I've
hashed in many countries around the world, but Phuket will always be my
home hash. You can't beat chasing through the jungle. If you've no idea
what I'm talking about, then you better
look at Hash
page that explains it all!.
Well, recently the Phuket Hash had their 1000th run and so it was only
fitting that I got my ass back up there and joined in. The Princess
joined me this time and as usual made many friends up there.
Click here for more PH3 Photos
It was indeed a grand affair and I do have to thank all the organisers
for the event. It's not easy to entertain 450 drunks! I have to
say, that was the biggest audience I've done a steward spot for. Yes,
Sharpie's famous gag -bag was there with wigs, hats and all the
malarkey.
The build up to the 1000th run -
Run #999
Thanks to Phil
(Hash house harrier handle - 'V*sectomy'- think about it... chopper?) Clark at
HeliCam asia for the use of this picture.
He's got a great idea - why pay for a very expensive helicopter when you can use
a model one with all the toys to take the photos.
The line up for the trip up there was:-
2 days of Phuket Invitational 10's rugby tournament
9 Hash runs over 10 days
2 Yacht deliveries
2 Sailing trips
...and fair play to the Princess. It was a fair way through the holiday
before she spat the dummy about whether we were going out with "your
drunk hash mates again tonight". Well, now I know what the parameters
are, I know when to stop in future! We attended such delightful runs as
the usual Saturday Hash; The Tinman; Iron P*ssy; Maraud; Live Hare
recovery run; Mountain Bike Hash.
I do have to thank whoever it was on the all female Iron P*ssy run for
teaching the Princess how to p** standing up. Oh great girls, thanks a
lot. My last bastion of peace and tranquility is now a shared event.
Thanks a lot girls. I don't care how long it will take me, but I will
find out who's responsible and punish them on the ice accordingly!
I thought that going there with Princess L*bia that it would pull me out
of this den of iniquity and make me a normal person, but no all that
happened was that it dragged the Princess into the mire. In the space
of a few weeks she went from a beautiful demure and sexy Brazilian to a
adding a couple of kilos, eating Thai food at 3am, dressing in a
singlet, ankle chain, hash shorts and of course - she learned to p**
standing up. Well thanks guys - really, thanks a bunch!
It was just so great to see everyone again - especially in the aftermath
of the tsunamis. It's all back to normal over there now (actually
'normal' is probably an oxymoron for that place), but also great to see
folk I haven't seen for years. Even the Big Ugly himself was there. Our
great mate Wanda was in attendance and it was great to draw on his big
bald head with listick whilst he slept (again...and again....and
again!). 450 people was a lot of folk to organise for, so of course
thanks to the GM Swollen C*llon (who I believed turned up in time to
reap the glory and do nothing again!).
The photos here are just a very small selection from what was a great
couple of weeks. Thanks to
Swamp Thing of the Phuket Hash for the use of some of these photos.
To see more
piccies click here
Of
course it's not all party and such in Thailand! Occasionally we do actually get
out and go sailing too.
Here's a few of the photos taken on some of those
sailing trips. For sunsets, there's not many places I've found in the world that
compare to it's beauty.
(click on image for full size)
That's all folks!
Hope you enjoyed it, a regular update at last! More to follow!
Welcome
to FloppyFlaps, Sharpie's world famous website of international babble, self
opinion, travel, stories from near and afar. If you've had the misfortune to
meet me and been given this address then chances are that there's a picture
of you or a mention on here somewhere!
It
is with great sadness that we have the report the passing the Peter "Lord
Weasel T*ts" Frodsham, lately of the Phuket Hash House Harriers. Weasel died of a
sudden heart attack last month. He left the party way to early at the
insurmountable age of only 53. It's unbelievable, as he was one of the thin fit
guys.
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The day began with some 67,000 people gathered together in the centre of
Sydney. A few of us were there from the
Of
course it's not all party and such in Thailand! Occasionally we do actually get
out and go sailing too.
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