Run 1082Sunday 12 February 2012The Windmill, CharltonHares: Rapid 'n' RingerHASHERS: 26 ANKLE BITERS: 2 MUTTS: 3 NEWBEES: 2 APRES: 1RED DRESS RUN |
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A glimpse of Bell End and thigh Exercising excessive caution on slippery steps "Four muffins" Forking stuck in the chair Newbee Sue trying not to look baffled |
If this sort of image of the GM were to fall into the wrong hands it would do the reputation of the hash no good at all, none whatsoever: A full weekend diary of Hashing this was: Saturday pm, lay Run 1082, temperature -2°C; Saturday night, Gispert run 1081 and curry, temperature -8°C, dropping to -10°C in places on the way home; Sunday am, hare Run 1082, temperature +2°C. Bitterly cold with a slight breeze that made sure everyone kept moving. As Scribe indicated below, Shagpile & Underlay did a fine job, as did the Maharajah curry house afterwards. |
Foghorn was in fine voice Callipigious pygs PP was a callipygious hit too .. but is that PP? Lady P's Valentine biscuits as popular as ever |
Co-hare Rapid Withdrawal opted to check on their progress but thereafter Lady P was found missing, so Zebedee volunteered to go back to find her - turns out she was short-cutting. At one of the checks, hare Ringer laid an arrow that was a few degrees off from the right trail, not far off mind, certainly not more than 90 deg off. On reconsideration, the arrow was corrected but when RA-of-the-day Capt F got back to the check, he was not amused. At one point, the drizzle must have short-circuited a few of Ringer's dwindling supply of memory cells as he lost the trail. However sufficient must have worked as, generally led by Five Baah, we were soon back on trail just in time to meet up with Rapid and the tail-enders. [Bell End suggests I tell you that the trail was so cunningly laid that even the hare was misled, so if that works for you, that's what happened.] A large proportion of the Hash decided that the pig trail was the place to go. Why? It's only 3 foot wide and had a bar across it. A final loop round the back of the pub brought us On Inn in 55 minutes - Re-e-e-sult.The pub had got a fine blazing fire going just outside, with a wooden guard fence around it, so where better to circle up. Lady P's heart-shaped biscuits and some rather tasty choc-chip muffins were most welcome and continue to swell the coffers of the charity pot. They also swelled Forkin' Dickchair, who sat down in a reasonably wide chair and got stuck in it (see pic above). Shock, horror: Twicza has washed the Forking T-shirt! - is she a new Double Entry in the making? Down-downs for: the Hares and the Newies (eventually); Forking for having a fat bum and for thinking that some innocent walkers were part of the Hash; Ringer for changing an arrow; Shagpile for keeping reminding Capt F about SHRAB (Short Runs Are Best), Count Roadkill for admiring PP's bum, Bangers and Capt F for lost tankards (the latter twice in as many minutes), and a few others; finally the Hashit went to Ringer for...well who knows? OnOn to next week at a pub we haven't been to before - The Engineer's Arms, Henlow . Anyone know if the beer's any good? Rapid 'n' Ringer |