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.

Sharpie

aka Sickf**********r in Hash Circles