It is will great pleasure that i can publish 2 photos, sent to me by Slippery, of the very 1st Isca run from the Imperial in Exeter, 13.5.98. laid by Screw. If anyone know anyone in the photo, please name and shame..
ON ON
WR
Tuesday, 28 June 2011
1st Isca run
It is will great pleasure that i can publish 2 photos, sent to me by Slippery, of the very 1st Isca run from the Imperial in Exeter, 13.5.98. laid by Screw. If anyone know anyone in the photo, please name and shame..
ON ON
WR
This weeks hash
Castle Carpark
Woodbury common
OD White Hart
http://www.streetmap.co.uk/map.srf?X=303042&Y=87557&A=Y&Z=120&ax=303295&ay=87510
SY030875
PP + FF
on pp
Woodbury common
OD White Hart
http://www.streetmap.co.uk/map.srf?X=303042&Y=87557&A=Y&Z=120&ax=303295&ay=87510
SY030875
PP + FF
on pp
Sunday, 26 June 2011
words for bell toll's hash
ISCA H3 WORDS FOR RUN FROM DOUBLE LOCKS 15/06/11
A goodly bunch of hashers turned out for BELLTOLL’S run from the scrumptious Double Locks pub which brings back lovely memories of cozy winter evenings and a roaring log fire. Ah well, won’t be long now – evenings are pulling in by the time you read this!! Soon be Xmas.
SPOCKY looked all hot, wet and bothered, well he would, having run from home to the hash, a mere 8 ½ miles. Good effort you may think, but he’s only doing it cos he’s got fat!! (to the amazement of MAMA RUCKA later back at the ondown).
Where is TWICE KNIGHTLY who’s birthday is two days hence? Oh she went to the LUNATICS hash. Wasn’t even a full moon, it was eclipsed. I learned later that she and CLEVER DICK called in during the warm down in the pub.
We were just about to circle up when there was a screech of brakes as LILO LIL and crew arrived WOODPECKER style (late). Circle up we did to the tones of our GM BELLTOLL who did the intros then introduced himself as the hare. A bit of this and a bit of that, SS en route and off we went.
“Steady on” said ODDBITZ to himself out loud “You’re running”. Along the canal path we went for a long long way until a back check. There were many mutterings about going all the way back, but it was not to be as a bit of short cutting got us back on trail. “Onon” shouted BUZBY . I’ll say that again – “Onon” shouted BUZBY. But hey, later on it turned out that both BUZBY and SCREECH were true front runners, checkers and finder of trails. On the other hand, Poor LILO LIL did false trail after false trial. Don’t go to gambling dens for a while. Even the virgin DOM was doing false trails – he must have been on a hash training weekend or something – what a runner – dodgy knees and all – doing fishhook after fishhook – he’ll have to go. Either that or get kneecapped.
Then there was NUMBER 2 who I was told had been crushed by a horse, or wrestled with a horse, something like that. But no, NUMBER 2 tells me that she is just a bit creaky at the moment. Hashers??
We got to the SWEETY STOP ,marked SSO or OSS depending which side you looked from. A pleasant spot overlooking the river. We worked out that SSO was a coded message from the hare and stands for ‘SLING SLIPPERY OVER’. SOAPY came amongst us – let me rephrase that – moved amongst the gathered hashers giving out imaginary sweets because we were waiting so long for the hare. Did anyone see him carrying sweets? He eventually turned up and from his bumbag appeared real sweets. One bag was thrown to the crowd and in his keenness to get the sweets SLIPPERY ran forward only to see said sweet bag whistle over his head! A fair mix of sweeties were quickly devoured. “Check it out” called the hare.
Ambitious fishhooks for 10 was found but it wasn’t long before the smell of beer was in the air which meant we weren’t far from the OH. I came in along the psychopath just behind LILO LIL and DOM and had to call them back because they went right past the car park!
Soon we were circling up where SPOCKY and XBITZ did some stand in RAing as poor old (oops!) NUMBER 2 was out of sorts. SPOCKY announced that by running around in a circle or two at the end of the trail he had clocked up a total of 13.1 miles that evening. Should be back to fighting weight already.
“What did we think of the trail?” – Brilliant. No hills, no water, no mud!
Downdowns were presented to:
The hare of course BELLTOLL for a cunning lay.
BUZBY and SCREECH for hash sex at the kissing gate.
PUSS IN BOOTS(LESS) for loving to slap ass.
COFFIN for chubb rubbing
STIX downed his own beer for disrupting the circle with waiter service.
DOM the virgin for having a jolly good time.
On to the OnDown and a beer or two where ABBIE asked which one is the salt?
Thank you BELLTOLL for a great hash. Thank you all for turning up and good night.
OnonODDBITZ
A goodly bunch of hashers turned out for BELLTOLL’S run from the scrumptious Double Locks pub which brings back lovely memories of cozy winter evenings and a roaring log fire. Ah well, won’t be long now – evenings are pulling in by the time you read this!! Soon be Xmas.
SPOCKY looked all hot, wet and bothered, well he would, having run from home to the hash, a mere 8 ½ miles. Good effort you may think, but he’s only doing it cos he’s got fat!! (to the amazement of MAMA RUCKA later back at the ondown).
Where is TWICE KNIGHTLY who’s birthday is two days hence? Oh she went to the LUNATICS hash. Wasn’t even a full moon, it was eclipsed. I learned later that she and CLEVER DICK called in during the warm down in the pub.
We were just about to circle up when there was a screech of brakes as LILO LIL and crew arrived WOODPECKER style (late). Circle up we did to the tones of our GM BELLTOLL who did the intros then introduced himself as the hare. A bit of this and a bit of that, SS en route and off we went.
“Steady on” said ODDBITZ to himself out loud “You’re running”. Along the canal path we went for a long long way until a back check. There were many mutterings about going all the way back, but it was not to be as a bit of short cutting got us back on trail. “Onon” shouted BUZBY . I’ll say that again – “Onon” shouted BUZBY. But hey, later on it turned out that both BUZBY and SCREECH were true front runners, checkers and finder of trails. On the other hand, Poor LILO LIL did false trail after false trial. Don’t go to gambling dens for a while. Even the virgin DOM was doing false trails – he must have been on a hash training weekend or something – what a runner – dodgy knees and all – doing fishhook after fishhook – he’ll have to go. Either that or get kneecapped.
Then there was NUMBER 2 who I was told had been crushed by a horse, or wrestled with a horse, something like that. But no, NUMBER 2 tells me that she is just a bit creaky at the moment. Hashers??
We got to the SWEETY STOP ,marked SSO or OSS depending which side you looked from. A pleasant spot overlooking the river. We worked out that SSO was a coded message from the hare and stands for ‘SLING SLIPPERY OVER’. SOAPY came amongst us – let me rephrase that – moved amongst the gathered hashers giving out imaginary sweets because we were waiting so long for the hare. Did anyone see him carrying sweets? He eventually turned up and from his bumbag appeared real sweets. One bag was thrown to the crowd and in his keenness to get the sweets SLIPPERY ran forward only to see said sweet bag whistle over his head! A fair mix of sweeties were quickly devoured. “Check it out” called the hare.
Ambitious fishhooks for 10 was found but it wasn’t long before the smell of beer was in the air which meant we weren’t far from the OH. I came in along the psychopath just behind LILO LIL and DOM and had to call them back because they went right past the car park!
Soon we were circling up where SPOCKY and XBITZ did some stand in RAing as poor old (oops!) NUMBER 2 was out of sorts. SPOCKY announced that by running around in a circle or two at the end of the trail he had clocked up a total of 13.1 miles that evening. Should be back to fighting weight already.
“What did we think of the trail?” – Brilliant. No hills, no water, no mud!
Downdowns were presented to:
The hare of course BELLTOLL for a cunning lay.
BUZBY and SCREECH for hash sex at the kissing gate.
PUSS IN BOOTS(LESS) for loving to slap ass.
COFFIN for chubb rubbing
STIX downed his own beer for disrupting the circle with waiter service.
DOM the virgin for having a jolly good time.
On to the OnDown and a beer or two where ABBIE asked which one is the salt?
Thank you BELLTOLL for a great hash. Thank you all for turning up and good night.
OnonODDBITZ
Tuesday, 21 June 2011
Thursday, 16 June 2011
new links
hi followers
I have now added diary and all past runs in the share bar on the right hand side.
you ask, you get!!
on on
WR
I have now added diary and all past runs in the share bar on the right hand side.
you ask, you get!!
on on
WR
1000!!
Wahoo!!! The nlog has now had over 1000 views.
Any feedback is welcome, the site is for everyone so tell me what you want to see, you never know it may get in.
On a personal note I would like to have more photos to put with the words or general post. Feel free to mail me.
On on
Wide Receiver.
Any feedback is welcome, the site is for everyone so tell me what you want to see, you never know it may get in.
On a personal note I would like to have more photos to put with the words or general post. Feel free to mail me.
On on
Wide Receiver.
Last weeks words
The Words
Forty hashers arrived at the Tally Ho, yes you did read that right, four-zero, two score, XL, 101000, probably our highest number on a normal hashing night. Word had got around that it was a Balls-up trail and so hashers turned up from far and wide, because it is well known in these parts that the sun shines out of Balls-ups behind so anything associated with him is going to be faultless! Or is that Damp Patch? I do get the two muddled up.
X-Bitz's bright pink trousers, which along with the Great Wall of China are the only man-made objects visible from space, acted like a beacon to direct hashers to the opening circle. Bell Toll, our illustrious GM, introduced the visitors to many cheers from the assembled horde. Boots-In-Puss got up to mischief straight away dropping an ice cube down Spocky's neck. The hare did a very bad job drawing a wonky check to send the hashers on our way, and this got some of us worried. Maybe he isn't perfect after all? could this be a sub-standard trail?
Off we set into the back streets of Countess Wear. Very soon we were in a playground and as hashers are inclined to do we were all soon clambering over the obstacle course like monkeys (well the trail did go that way). Some larkin' about the ensued much to the amusement of a group of local kids in the park. Oh what a wonderful thing it is to be a wise and mature adult.
Finally the last hasher was coerced and disentangled from the play equipment and we could continue off toward Topsham. Two police officers gave us some puzzled looks
as they cruised slowly past. Probably wondering what jail we had escaped from (or zoo in some cases).
At this point Boots-In-Puss decided that everything was going far too smoothly so ran into the middle of a road without looking. Cue a screech of brakes and some very naughty language from the driver.
On down a long and empty road to the sweetie stop. Stix attempted to demonstrate the some of the laws of physics; Simple harmonic motion and resonance, although to the untrained eye this may have looked like vandalising a lamppost and acting like an unruly, delinquent child.
After running through the new housing estate we emerged onto Rydon lane. Like a heard of wildebeest crossing a crocodile infested river we swarmed across the
busy road and into Ludwell valley park. Balls-Up confessed to being in trouble with his partner, Nicky, for forgetting their 5th anniversary and then going hashing instead of spending the evening with her. He tried to buy his way out of it with flowers but I think you are going to have to do better than that Ballsy. I hear diamonds are a girl's best friend.
Well back to the trail and I naively decided to follow Puss in Bootless and Whoopsie on a 'shortcut' despite the Hare going a different way. "It will be quicker this way" said Puss. "We'll beat the others". Very soon her tune had changed to "Well at least it's a bit of an adventure, a road less travelled" as we picked our way through waist deep tufts of grass and thistles. We emerged way behind the hashers who had gone the other way, having picked up a few bugs along the way.
Back at the pub after an hour and five minutes, exactly what Balls-Up had predicted. How could we have ever doubted him.
Down downs from Buzby's mini fridge went to:
The Hare (or Harey poos as No. 2 referred to him), Balls up.
Two of the visitors from Haldon H3.
Three poofs on a hash: Strongbow, Wide Receiver and Buzby for man love.
PP & Fruity Bitz for frolicking on the play equipment
Boots in Puss: His 50th (and nearly last) hash.
And a naming for young James, now to be know as 'Bear Essentials"
Buzby watered down Bear Essentials down down beer and was stunned when someone suggested the beer was made worse by water.
Straight after the circle Chardonnay was whisked to the hospital by Wide Receiver having developed a severe reaction to something nasty on the trail (hope you are feeling better Chardonnay). Lilo Lil enjoyed scoffing Wide Reciever's chips in the pub.
Quote of the week:
As Buzby stripped off his top in the circle, causing the alarmed residents of Countess Wear to think the grizzly bear had escaped from Paignton Zoo, Wide Receiver commented "Isn't he lush".
On On,
Damp Patch
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Forty hashers arrived at the Tally Ho, yes you did read that right, four-zero, two score, XL, 101000, probably our highest number on a normal hashing night. Word had got around that it was a Balls-up trail and so hashers turned up from far and wide, because it is well known in these parts that the sun shines out of Balls-ups behind so anything associated with him is going to be faultless! Or is that Damp Patch? I do get the two muddled up.
X-Bitz's bright pink trousers, which along with the Great Wall of China are the only man-made objects visible from space, acted like a beacon to direct hashers to the opening circle. Bell Toll, our illustrious GM, introduced the visitors to many cheers from the assembled horde. Boots-In-Puss got up to mischief straight away dropping an ice cube down Spocky's neck. The hare did a very bad job drawing a wonky check to send the hashers on our way, and this got some of us worried. Maybe he isn't perfect after all? could this be a sub-standard trail?
Off we set into the back streets of Countess Wear. Very soon we were in a playground and as hashers are inclined to do we were all soon clambering over the obstacle course like monkeys (well the trail did go that way). Some larkin' about the ensued much to the amusement of a group of local kids in the park. Oh what a wonderful thing it is to be a wise and mature adult.
Finally the last hasher was coerced and disentangled from the play equipment and we could continue off toward Topsham. Two police officers gave us some puzzled looks
as they cruised slowly past. Probably wondering what jail we had escaped from (or zoo in some cases).
At this point Boots-In-Puss decided that everything was going far too smoothly so ran into the middle of a road without looking. Cue a screech of brakes and some very naughty language from the driver.
On down a long and empty road to the sweetie stop. Stix attempted to demonstrate the some of the laws of physics; Simple harmonic motion and resonance, although to the untrained eye this may have looked like vandalising a lamppost and acting like an unruly, delinquent child.
After running through the new housing estate we emerged onto Rydon lane. Like a heard of wildebeest crossing a crocodile infested river we swarmed across the
busy road and into Ludwell valley park. Balls-Up confessed to being in trouble with his partner, Nicky, for forgetting their 5th anniversary and then going hashing instead of spending the evening with her. He tried to buy his way out of it with flowers but I think you are going to have to do better than that Ballsy. I hear diamonds are a girl's best friend.
Well back to the trail and I naively decided to follow Puss in Bootless and Whoopsie on a 'shortcut' despite the Hare going a different way. "It will be quicker this way" said Puss. "We'll beat the others". Very soon her tune had changed to "Well at least it's a bit of an adventure, a road less travelled" as we picked our way through waist deep tufts of grass and thistles. We emerged way behind the hashers who had gone the other way, having picked up a few bugs along the way.
Back at the pub after an hour and five minutes, exactly what Balls-Up had predicted. How could we have ever doubted him.
Down downs from Buzby's mini fridge went to:
The Hare (or Harey poos as No. 2 referred to him), Balls up.
Two of the visitors from Haldon H3.
Three poofs on a hash: Strongbow, Wide Receiver and Buzby for man love.
PP & Fruity Bitz for frolicking on the play equipment
Boots in Puss: His 50th (and nearly last) hash.
And a naming for young James, now to be know as 'Bear Essentials"
Buzby watered down Bear Essentials down down beer and was stunned when someone suggested the beer was made worse by water.
Straight after the circle Chardonnay was whisked to the hospital by Wide Receiver having developed a severe reaction to something nasty on the trail (hope you are feeling better Chardonnay). Lilo Lil enjoyed scoffing Wide Reciever's chips in the pub.
Quote of the week:
As Buzby stripped off his top in the circle, causing the alarmed residents of Countess Wear to think the grizzly bear had escaped from Paignton Zoo, Wide Receiver commented "Isn't he lush".
On On,
Damp Patch
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Tuesday, 7 June 2011
Updates and words
Words
A mid-summer barbeque hash for Buzby’s birthday was the enticement for this week’s ISCA hash.
A goodly number turned up, including Lizzie a virgin hasher from last week along with a French friend Lucy, and Rubber Johnny - a visitor from Plympton hash. They were welcomed and without further ado Buzby announced, “ON! ON! That way” and we were off.
Poacher and Quick Rucka, similarly cloned, sped off and were not seen until the sweetie stop.
The rest of us followed the chalk/flour to Digby Station, where there was a train waiting to go to Exeter. As there were some hashers still to come when the train left, Buzby scratched his head (head, who said head!) pondered about Plan B (the train to Topsham) and then sent us on Plan C over the railway, and around the houses until we too arrived at the sweetie stop and gathered sedately, chatting peacefully. A few moments later there was a squawk and a flutter and Number 2 came running into sight, arms flapping like some demented duck and daisies dangling off her bosom. Whew! All having munched boiled sweets and chewed sticky things we were just setting off again when there was a call of “Wait” because some hashers had not yet turned up. Shortly after, along came Boots in Puss and Lilo, nobody discovered where they’d been or what they’d been up to but they were red-faced and gasping – maybe Number 2 had been doing her flying duck party trick over them too.
So it was on, over the footbridge which trembled and shook under the weight of twenty-five runners, and down onto stable ground by Exeter Chiefs club. A neat little long/short split along the railway ensured that we all turned up back at base pretty much altogether, where we smelt the hungry-making wafts of barbeque food.
Some people enjoy their birthdays, some are maudlin and some get frisky. For whatever reason Buzby, this week’s birthday boy, was up to at least two of those and attacked Xbitz’s bottom. Her comment was ‘Buzby is the best Slapper!’ Obviously a very informed opinion!
Down downs went to the visitors, French Lucy and Rubber Johnny, then to the Birthday Boy and hares, then to the sinners Poacher and Rucka for looking alike, and to Tampa and Blue-arsed fly, for coming late, to Slippery for provocative body language (or something) and later on, to the Chefs Trill-Bee, and Brains, for running the barbeque and baking the puddings. All of that, along with Buzby’s Bar and Screech’s Gin Palace, made for a jolly fine evening.
ON! ON! Endosperm
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