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
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