Hey folks. Just to let you know that Spokeys hash is from 15Maristow Ave, exmouth(sy005825). the theme is 'anything goes'
On on. WR
Tuesday, 28 December 2010
Saturday, 25 December 2010
Happy Christmas everyone.
I hope all hashers and non hashers have a great christmas. may it be full of beer and I've for all. WR
Thursday, 16 December 2010
Sorry
I am very sorry that i have not posted in a while. In the real world i have to work and it takes up alot of my time in the silly season.
So Lark's Vomit did do the words for last week and i am posting them now.
| Some 24 runners gathered in the car park (very full car park) on a freezing but warmer night. Lots to be said for the odd town run in bad weather.. “no complaints from anyone” Best was getting there early and watching hashers arrive and play “whacky races” around the car park. Award for the night goes to PP and FF who parked in Tiverton. The usual briefing ensured from Balls Up --- “Flour, on the right, one and on, fish hooks, long short split……then off we go. Apart from Boots who got injured on maneuvers in the Walkabout Pub in Cardiff and Emelda who has a bad ankle Great start to the trail. Up through the cathedral square, and on through the bright Christmas displays on the new fancy and expensive shopping centre. Running past Wagamamas, Café Rouge, Nandos was pretty hard. Full of girls in party dresses getting pissed at Xmas parties. So, here we are, “Hash” loonies out running in the freezing cold while the world get rat arsed! Then it was my turn. An offer I could not refuse. An offer I have dreamed about (mostly wet) for many years. PP asked me if I would like to get into her bright red, thong cut, silky panties (I made no note of details). Who could say no!!!!! Anyway more of this later. More hashers began to arrive…Whoopsie very fetching in pink, Puss and X Bitz brightly coloured and fetching. I had my doubts about Odd Bitz and his orange wig. It just did not match his shell suit…do they still make these? Great to see Strongbow and Woof Woof also there early and tempted to head straight for the pub. Strongbow ran with Woof Woof on his back! Soon a cackle of more hashers arrived,,,Spooky Bitz came as Norah Batty in a fetching pink coat,…Belltoll, Busby,Damp Patch,Balls Up and visitors from Otter H3. Balls Up receives one of his four Birthdays down downs.
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The trail was excellent and Slippery recorded it as 4.75 miles.
Shorts were short, longs ran, regroups kept us together and I missed all the fish hooks. All I needed was for Lilo Lil to be there with her mate Emma and it would have been heaven.
Finally, back in the St Georges “Meeting house” where we all began to warm up and they gave us the gallery upstairs.
Ideal for hashing lots of cheap food served quickly and cheap booze consumed very quickly.
Shorts were short, longs ran, regroups kept us together and I missed all the fish hooks. All I needed was for Lilo Lil to be there with her mate Emma and it would have been heaven.
Finally, back in the St Georges “Meeting house” where we all began to warm up and they gave us the gallery upstairs.
Ideal for hashing lots of cheap food served quickly and cheap booze consumed very quickly.
An ideal night at the end of one of the coldest bits of weather we have had for 40 years.
On On Larks Vomit
On On Larks Vomit
Wednesday, 1 December 2010
words for last week 24.11.10. Whoopsie.
Words – 24th November 2010
Haldon Belvedere car park
Well, after nearly getting away with it, Wide Receiver kindly sprung the words on me about 10 minutes before I left the pub, cheers, although he had just let out a brilliant quote – more on that later!
So, bearing that in mind, I wasn’t spending much of my attention on the trail gathering evidence with which to pad out the words! Most of the trail was spent gossiping – why are you not surprised!
So, we circled up, with virtually everyone layering up with hats, scarves, gloves, 2 pairs in my case! All except Strongbow, obviously he is the only tough one (or mad one) prancing around in SHORTS!
Visitors and newbies were welcomed and the hares: Quick Rukka and Wide Receiver gave us the low-down; which consisted of, amongst other things… 5 long/short splits, sweetie stop (cheer)and… surprise stop, (even bigger cheer!)
So, off we went, many of the back people getting confused with everyone zipping off and calling on-on in all directions. Eventually a consensus was made and the running continued. Buzby found himself at this point, on the wrong side of a ditch, so, in his wisdom decided he was going to leg it down one side and hope the momentum would get him up the other side of the steep bank. Now I did physics at school and vaguely remember something about momentum, so I kind of knew where he was coming from but….. And I was right, it didn’t quite work! On the third try, with a ‘little’ bit of hauling and dragging, he finally made it up that bank!
Then we were off up the hill to the first stop – the surprise stop, of luscious mulled wine – good call on such a night and absolutely fantastic that we didn’t have to wait long for it!
So, trail-wise, it was cold, bloomin freezing actually, on numerous occasions my thoughts were cast back to last year when people were stranded on Haldon Hill, spending the night in their cars, wondering what the hell we were thinking – well, we don’t think, we’re hashers, thinking takes the fun out of it surely!
Cold, but definitely a good one, I found myself part of the walking wounded at the back of the pack, another chance for more gossiping – yay!
Circle-wise, I don’t really know who got down-downs because Screech and I were short-cutters and the circle was nearly over by the time we got there. By the way I don’t really call that much of a short cut, I think maybe we entered a parallel universe and came back twenty minutes later, either that or Wide Receiver doesn’t know his shorts from his longs. But apparently Wide Receiver can’t tell his humans from his farm animals as he did once ‘do it with a sheep’ so believe what you will!
On on til next time, and sorry about the crappy words, but it’s the thought that counts, and I thought about doing a fancy-arse poem, but then chose not too!!! Blame Wide Receiver for leaving it til the last minute,
Whoopsie
Haldon Belvedere car park
Well, after nearly getting away with it, Wide Receiver kindly sprung the words on me about 10 minutes before I left the pub, cheers, although he had just let out a brilliant quote – more on that later!
So, bearing that in mind, I wasn’t spending much of my attention on the trail gathering evidence with which to pad out the words! Most of the trail was spent gossiping – why are you not surprised!
So, we circled up, with virtually everyone layering up with hats, scarves, gloves, 2 pairs in my case! All except Strongbow, obviously he is the only tough one (or mad one) prancing around in SHORTS!
Visitors and newbies were welcomed and the hares: Quick Rukka and Wide Receiver gave us the low-down; which consisted of, amongst other things… 5 long/short splits, sweetie stop (cheer)and… surprise stop, (even bigger cheer!)
So, off we went, many of the back people getting confused with everyone zipping off and calling on-on in all directions. Eventually a consensus was made and the running continued. Buzby found himself at this point, on the wrong side of a ditch, so, in his wisdom decided he was going to leg it down one side and hope the momentum would get him up the other side of the steep bank. Now I did physics at school and vaguely remember something about momentum, so I kind of knew where he was coming from but….. And I was right, it didn’t quite work! On the third try, with a ‘little’ bit of hauling and dragging, he finally made it up that bank!
Then we were off up the hill to the first stop – the surprise stop, of luscious mulled wine – good call on such a night and absolutely fantastic that we didn’t have to wait long for it!
So, trail-wise, it was cold, bloomin freezing actually, on numerous occasions my thoughts were cast back to last year when people were stranded on Haldon Hill, spending the night in their cars, wondering what the hell we were thinking – well, we don’t think, we’re hashers, thinking takes the fun out of it surely!
Cold, but definitely a good one, I found myself part of the walking wounded at the back of the pack, another chance for more gossiping – yay!
Circle-wise, I don’t really know who got down-downs because Screech and I were short-cutters and the circle was nearly over by the time we got there. By the way I don’t really call that much of a short cut, I think maybe we entered a parallel universe and came back twenty minutes later, either that or Wide Receiver doesn’t know his shorts from his longs. But apparently Wide Receiver can’t tell his humans from his farm animals as he did once ‘do it with a sheep’ so believe what you will!
On on til next time, and sorry about the crappy words, but it’s the thought that counts, and I thought about doing a fancy-arse poem, but then chose not too!!! Blame Wide Receiver for leaving it til the last minute,
Whoopsie
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