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Words 09/11/11
 
It had been a dark, damp and blustery day which was no doubt the main reason that only the most hardy hashers gathered in Magdalen street car park in Exeter (except Balls Up who isn’t hardy at all).
 
By the evening however the weather was settled and as Bell Toll welcomed us all to tonight’s hash energy levels and enthusiasm seemed high.
 
Spocky was pleased to be out, bouncing around like he had springs in his feet. His lovely wife X-bitz had been due to hash tonight instead of him, but instead decided to stay at home and go to bed with a little man inside her.
 
Quick Rukka must have been annoyed that Spocky had come in X-bitz’s place (!!) as he was trying to kick Spocky in the face. While attempting a high kick he only succeeded in spraying gravel in Spocky’s eyes. I don’t blame you for being annoyed Quick Rukka, we got the short straw getting Spocky instead of X turning up to the hash!
 
Bump and Grind was back from Afghanistan, sporting a rather large bullet hole in his leg. Good to see him back in (more or less) one piece and already running faster than most of us despite having recently been shot by the Taliban.
 
Imelda the hare set us on our way before disappearing to set some sections of the trail live. He must have had a good head start though as we didn’t see him until the sweetie stop.
 
Only the most foolish among us braved the long which was certainly a long one and a fast one. A false check that instead turned out to be a circle painted on the pavement nearly caused us to loose Menage a Trois, but we somehow kept together and made it over the wobbly bridge to the sweetie stop in a little playground by the river.
 
After the SS we crossed the river to the quay and headed up those oh-so-steep steps next to the Prospect. I was lucky and avoided the fishhooks so only had to do them once. 
 
Our grand tour of Exeter then took us past ‘the house that moved’ and down past the dark and spooky catacombs. Our resident ghostbuster, Wide Receiver, wasn’t scared though as he had recently managed to exorcise a ghost from his bedroom simply by asking it to get lost. The Iron Bridge, High street and Cathedral green completed our route as we returned out of breath and glowing to the car park.
 
On in to GMH for a beer and a burger. Yum.
 
On On,
 
Damp Patch