The Spotted Dog, Cold
Ash
Hares: Potty,
Nutty and Binbag
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Oh
yes it was. Everyone gathered in great
expectation for the most splendid road run since road running was invented.
Hopping from foot to foot trying to keep warm in the sunny but windy and
slightly snowy conditions that threatened a blizzard of sorts, when it
happened. Hideous snarling and snapping
like something out of those 1970’s omen films where the big burly dogs rip
people apart.
The
fur faces, namely Beaver and Kunden (who incidentally has taken to wearing a red
tu tu type dress) commenced their hash with a friendly sniff, suddenly got
rough. Beaver (forgetting what sex he
is, or it may have been the dress the other week) got his thing out!! Kunden did not like this at all and a scrap
started. Lonely waded in there and
hauled away his mutt and the drama was over as quickly as it started.
Chief
Hare Potty darted to the centre of the circle to start introducing the
morning’s proceedings and take everyone’s mind of the attempted rape. Apologies were made for the tarmac but
secretly, a number of so called hashers were looking forward to the road
run….tee hee.
So,
off we ran down the hill, even though it was downhill, everyone was gasping for
a cheque no sorry, check by the time we got to the bottom. I have to mention here that the “Newbury
runners” obviously frightened of even the slightest bit of shiggy, managed to
drag their athletic frames along to Cold Ash today. The must have heard it was a road run as it certainly was not
summer yet and there they were. Anyway,
because they were with us the hash had commenced at the speed of a racehorse
starting the Grand National, I think was the reason for all the gasping and
throat clutching at the bottom of the hill.
At
this stage we have already lost the short trailers and the two hares Bin bag
and “Scab Heel” Nutcracker who had heroically taken on the trail even though
blood and puss was probably oozing from her feet (don’t ask).
From
our position at the bottom of the hill we proceeded to skirt Thatcham, missing out
all tracks and footpaths. By this stage
Ann, Lonely, Dumper and Max were giggling and laughing with Glee. Yes it was sunny and now the snow has
stopped it was getting decidedly warm.
The quadruplets had realised it was indeed clever to wear shorts and not
bake in long thingies like the rest of us.
Paddy
had a great time dragging Butterfly round the streets. Max got excited that we may be going to
Gussets or Potty and Scab Heels for Cream Teas but alas we did not make it that
far before having to detour through a building site…
Thatcham
is nice really. Honest it is.
By
the time we got to the countryside (steeply uphill on country lanes, Laurence’s
lane to be exact, your guest scribe (me Gusset, Chopsticks and Mother) were on
our own with a visitor from Scotland who’s name I cant remember but it was a
pleasant jog back to the pub in the sunshine.
Oh,
almost forgot. Motox loves the road
runs now and was smiling all the way round.
Who would have bet on that one year ago!!
Down Downs
A
guest Scribe and a guest RA as well. Max did the honours (in a very
emotional way) for today, as our resident RA C5 was absent at a football match
would you believe. Awards as follows.
Cycological and Centaur for turning up (oops, not so). One for being a big head, the other for being grassed up? (I
think)
Sticky Dicky for having a fabulous new
wife (GulabJaMoon has had her hair cut)
Steve for using his mobile and
filofax in the car park before and after the run (very dodgy)
And
the Hares for their improvisation and
providing such a good time at very short notice.
Hares and Runs.. runs.. runs.. runs.. runs.. (changes due to foot and mouth)
1217 Mar 18 842637 Morgan Centre Car Park Sticky Dicky
Crowthorne GulabJaMoon
1218 Mar 25 605614 The New Inn Dumper
Tadley Volunteer please
1219 Apr 1 714747 Waitrose Car Park Lonely
Caversham Two Bob