Run Number:

1236 30/07/01

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Venue:

The Seven Stars
Knowl Hill

Hares:

Cerberus & Mick

Tough Guys and Gals

Cerberus and Molly the dog Mick Iceman Baldrick Dumper Hashgate TT2 Harimau LeVoisin Eth CircuitBreaker Handful Ms. Whiplash Salome C5 GBH Lesley Steve Judy Spex SlipperyDick Tacky Bollox Martin Greenfly Barbara OldFart Steamer Motox BGB Drexel Einstein SpeedBumps BakewellTart Khazi Dribbler Kay Scrumper Butterfly and Paddy the dog HoneyMonster Mafia Mr and Mrs Blobby GutBucket Utopia Lynda Shirtlifter Chuck Zebedee Florence Libby Itsyor Paella Cheating Carl MotherofLittleEinstein FannySniffer

NOT The Usual Way

I hope Cerberus and Mick will forgive me for beginning this with a brief salute to those intrepid (not to say misguided) souls who joined me for the Summer Tough guy on Sunday. Despite the heat of the day and the difficulty of the course they all soldiered on with smiles and good humour. Albeit the smiles were of the Frank Bruno variety after being hit by Mike Tyson. Mr. Blobby, his son Ian, Gutbucket and Zebedee all did very well, especially Gutbucket and Ian who proved to be exceptional submariners and rope monkeys, respectively. Mrs. Blobby kindly came and provided support and indeed we needed a support after we had finished. She must have had an even harder time than us, what with all that standing about in the sunshine in beautiful countryside watching a lot of lunatics trying to fall off ropes and get covered in mud. Talking of which, Zebedee should be renamed as Mudlark. He not only managed to lose his shoe in the first pit of shiggy and fall over in several others, but deliberately handed off my good self Jonah Lomu-style as I jumped on to his large floating hay bale in a pit of the foulest liquid. I disappeared ‘neath the swarming shiggy, messing up my hair no end. Thanks, Zeb. Well done you people and thankyou for joining me. You’ve earned the medals and a lot of respect.

And so to the Hash. Lots of people, a hot night, a good pub and a well-laid trail were the ingredients for this event. Plus the Hares had very unsportingly not laid the outbound start the usual way! This buggered up a good many people and great was the gnashing of teeth and tearing of hair as they returned ruefully from their abortive sojourn round the back of the pub. Curiously enough, it was GBH who got it right. Over the A4 and into the trees for a novel loop that (surprise, surprise) brought us back to the A4 and over into the Steam Rally fields. Mr. Blobby and I agreed that, during this early part of the Hash, we would do a little less checking and a bit more standing around since our knee joints and various leg muscles were creaking worse than an old barn door in a gale. So having crossed the A4 in a manner not recommended in the Green Cross code everyone had a bit of a walk in the field and it was only down to Tacky’s sharp eyes that we spotted a blob of flour on a sun-stiffened cowpat, got on the trail …and walked up the hill and into the trees. This laid back style continued with me following TT2 who was following Judy through the tangled forest path. It was quite a nice trot through the ferny glens. Until we lost the well-marked trail and were unable to see the bloody great check on the unmade road in front of us. If Mick hadn’t arrived and called the On we’d have been fannying around for ages. Luckily the trail led downwards and we took heart in the brief respite, despite knowing we were soon to go back up again. CircuitBreaker found some rope and literally skipped her way to the regroup, where we met up with the walkers. Nicely done, Hares.

GBH, curiously enough, figured out the continuation route even before Tacky, OldFart and I had caught up with him. One wonders if some prior knowledge may have manifested itself. Still, we were pleased to be well ahead. That is until we hit the mother of all checks in the middle of a number of possible paths. One proved to be a Mr. Blobby-knackering bar-7 and some kind soul called ‘False’ on the right trail before we sorted it all out. Still, it kept the pack together, glued by the common bond of ignorance and confusion. CircuitBreaker appeared ahead at this point and (since she had taken her top off) I followed the clean, lithe lines of her silky skinned back (Oops, got carried away. Sorry, GBH) along the rabbit-hole strewn trail. Unfortunately, ahead of her was Baldrick who, despite being a Scot, showed true British phlegm by hawking and gobbing left, right and centre. We remonstrated mildly, avoiding the green jelly that was cascading from various trees. Baldrick launched into a medical defence of his expectoration which caused CircuitBreaker and I to fly along the trail as if the hounds of hell were at our heels. It began to get a touch steeper and denser of foliage. Shirtlifter droned past with that low-hipped, swinging style of his. A bloody great hill appeared. Remembering what I had been doing yesterday I thought ‘Sod this for a lark’ and walked up it. Full marks to Carl, Steve and new girl, Libby for running (almost) to the top. We popped out on to a sort of road and FannySniffer and I, not having seen the check, beasted off down a False, thinking it to be the trail. Back we came and thundered down the next one which led to a known area in the forest. Somehow, young Florence was leading us up the hill to even more familiar territory and we started to cruise through the dry, crackly floor as the gloom began to descend. Steve, BGB and I managed to see the blobs and not lose the trail too often and it hardly seemed like any time at all before the On Inn appeared and we sped down (thank goodness) the path that led to the rear of the pub. I.e. the usual trail out! An excellent Hash from Cerberus and Mick in true Hashing countryside. Thankyou both. On On. Hashgate.

Other News

Poor Chuck was nursing a dog bite to the leg, sustained while laying a trail, so couldn’t run. I believe the beast may have to be put down. Having bitten Chuck it started foaming at the mouth and vets are baffled at the number of diseases it seems to have caught. Scrumper arrived late tonight, looked at the trail, looked at the pub, made the right decision and decided to get pissed instead of run. Well done, sir! Harimau let slip the fact that he owns a restaurant in Phuket (no it’s not pronounced like that!) so have a quiet word if you want a reservation near the window. I shall be away in USA for the next three Hashes so my thanks go to Florence for being volunteered by Dumper agreeing to write a couple of Gobsheets.

Down Downs

RA C5 presented the following :-

Name

Reason

Style points

CircuitBreaker

Skipping on the Hash

Assistance from C5 required

GBH

Despite an early lead, got back last and very late

A stunning pint of Adam’s Ale

Hashgate, Mr. Blobby, GutBucket, Zebedee

The Tough Guy boys for showing off their medals, boasting and strutting etc.

One dire, with crowd beer abuse and the rest just fine. (I’ll leave you to work it out)

Cerberus and Mick

The Hares

A well supped (and deserved) pint and a half

Up and Coming

Run Number

Date

Grid Reference

Venue

Hares

1238

13/08/01

937863

Blackwood Arms, Littleworth Common, Burnham Beeches

Tweeny
Sven

1239

20/08/01

796679

Ye Olde Leather Bottle

BGB

Announcements

19/08/01 11:00 - Cycle ride from Goring station (gridref: 603806). See Motox or BGB for details.