Run No 842
Lordship Arms, Burns Green
Sunday, 28th October 2007
Hares: Count Roadkill, Private Parts & Gorjoyce
HASHERS: 20 MUTTS: 2 APRES: 3
CRK & PP, SUPER HARES..
SCREAMER, TOP HM & BIRTHDAY GIRL..
SMIFFO, LONE FRB & 300 MAN..
SHAGPILE, ON FORM RA..
G-STRING, ONLY HERE FOR THE GRUB?
Apres. That's what it's about for this hare. Some beers and a laugh with a few like minded after a little fresh air on a Sunday. What could be better? So, great it was to see Skidmark (despite the smells) and G-String both back again after too long and in the mood for a few, and Shagpile, after another sparkling display as RA - full of whit and verve - also available for a pint. And what better place than the Lordship with one of the best selections of real ales you'll find anywhere in this beautiful county? You'll forgive the landlord a little grumpiness when he keeps his house, his food and his beer so well. I bet Ward 10, Merlot, Dead Meat and Pongo enjoyed their roasts, and what a pleasant surprise it was to see Penetrator even though he didn't hash. Many thanks to my co-hare for his driving skills which ensured I could enjoy the day to the full and stay well clear of White Rabbit on the drive in.
And the run? As Pongo was forced to later admit "classic hashing country" and it was indeed a splendid trail from your haring dream-team, marred only by continual drizzle, which stole the splendid autumnal colours from the leaves, and a lamentable lack of shiggy. But perhaps "run" is a slight over-statement. Smiffo was FRBing alone far too often and soon became bored with taking on numbered checks alone, but then he and early trail-finder Screamer had arrived from NYC at 6 am that morning. The others struggled from the start with poor old Mac (who had to be lifted over two styles) and poor old Shagpile (who had a note from his Mum letting him off numbered checks and semolina) suffering most. The expanded knitting circle - with added Munchkin to give the average age credibility - just would not be hurried.
Down-Downs in the circle were awarded to your humble hares, to Screamer (excellent year as Hash Mstress and birthday girl to boot), to Smiffo (300 runs and well pleased with his tracksuit) and to hashers crossing the path of Shagpile - the hares for some petty, techie trail laying thing, Skidmark for leaving her vibrator running for far too long, Smiffo for failing to wear the sports bra he seems to need and the noble Count Roadkill for trespass. Forking was sharp enough to spot the stand-in RA with a hat in the circle, so the biter was bit.
Lady Pee supplied some delicious scones and White Rabbit Stilton & bickies, none of which lasted long but helped give G-String appetite for a couple of pickled eggs. Thanks harriets.
On-On to Guilden Morden.