This weeks trail

Tomorrow nights trail is from;

Toby Inn/Exeter Arms

Middlemoor

Exeter

Hares Soapy + Melon picker

AGPU!

ISCA Trail + AGPU

The Swans nest

Exminster

SX952871

  

If you did not give me your name for food last week can you please let me know if you are eating,

Food is £3.00 per head

Also it would really help if you could come with £3.00 exactly in cash ready,

so I am not scratching around for change as payment will be taken prior to going in the pub by myself.

I will be there earlier for those keen to pay me before the hash.

Hare - Bell Toll  

On ON PP xxx

House warming hash-(Please car share as much as possible as limited parking)

35 Blakeslee Drive, 

The Rydons Exeter   

SX960901   

To see road if it does not show, zoom into the 2nd to last tab on zoom option .

Anyone wanting to bring nibbles to go with something like a chili, it will be gratefully received.

And bring your own beer/drinks

Hares Coffin + Imelda

On ON PP xxx 

Change of venue tonight

We have had to change the venue for tonights  hash to the 

(Still bring the inflatables we will find you some water)

The Tally Ho Inn

2 Countess Wear Road 
Exeter
DevonEX2 6LG

SX940903

We went out to night at 7.30pm to reccy the trail and the road after the car park has been closed 

causing all residents to park in the car park, we could not find anywhere in the village to park at all.

So we have had to move the venue. We did try the saddlers but we were told it is now closed. 

On PP

Spocky's Birthday trail-Theme Masks (if you want to go full hog matching outfit) 

15 Maristow Ave Exmouth – 

(Park on Iona Ave/Seymour Rd, there is a cut through that comes out right by the Bitz pad)

SY005825

BYO beer

Hares Spocky Bitz + X Bitz         

On oN PP xx

Twice Nightly's worms

Run no. 820 ​​​​BudleighSalterton​​​Hares: PP and FF

A charming scamper by the seaside or

The hash where (almost)everyone died

A large, cheerful, deliriously happy circle of hashers full of the joys of spring gathered in the beachside car park atBudleigh Salterton, blissfully unaware of the horrors that were to befall us. The sky was a roiling mass of thick dark storm clouds, looming ominously over the then-tranquil town.Brightly, we brushed it off, confident that all would be well for our barbecue later. If only we had heeded the warning.

Hares PP and FF made the customary announcements then set us loose, careering wildly towards our doom. We were of course oblivious then, checking it out and succumbing to fish hooks with nary a care in the world. When Lark’s head exploded, his ears finally succumbing to the constant barrage of barks from Kura, we took it as par for the course. WhenBuzby got so pissed on homebrew that he missed a back check and carried on running until he fell off the ends of the earth, we shrugged it off as hardly an unusual occurrence. But when Hot Lips and Zoot got scooped away in the vast tentacles of a passing kraken we began to think something was up.

 

Nonetheless, we carried on running down the seafront for a few metres more, but when Igot captured by Pirates from the Caribbean and made to walk the plank and then walk the plank again, the decision was made to head inland, regardless of where the trail had been leading us.Having left his Brains at home, Tampa didn't notice us turn off and so ran, unthinking, into the waves and drowned.

The centre of town proved hardly safer however. Within seconds Quick Rucka had been fatally molested by a horde of horny grannies, and Imelda had been beaten up by a gang of Hell’s Angels who were offended by his taste in footwear.Then to our horror, green corrosive slime started to ooze out of Slippery’s pores. He screamed and screamed until he wasnothing but a puddle on the pavement. Terrified, Puss ran for safety into the town hall but in so doing collided with members of the Budleigh knitting circle, who knitted her into a straitjacket so tight she suffocated.

All of a sudden, a violent tornado materialised and carriedClever Dick high into the air. We yelled at Menage to get out of its path, but he was too busy texting someone to noticeand so got swept away too. Meanwhile, a topless Wide Receiver got mistaken for a bear by a sex-crazed Mrs Grizzly and only survived the first 12 seconds of the mating process. That wasn't the last of the dangerous wildlife however, as Tit Bitz got pecked to death by a swarm of killer sparrows.

As Coffin was bombarded by exploding netballs thrown by vindictive schoolchildren, Palmolive attempted to lighten the mood by showing us some pole dancing moves on a lamppost that unfortunately shot off into space mid-routine.Soapy was left unaware of her daughter’s plight as she had been arrested for public indecency offences and bundled into the back of a police van, which then collided with Bradley Wiggins on a moped who had just run over Boots in Puss.Melon Picker would have come to the rescue, but he got so distracted by a lovely pair of cantaloupes in the window of the greengrocers that he failed to notice a 16 ton weight falling inexorably down right above his head.

Mad Max ran off with Tina Turner, X Bitz gave birth to an alien and FF's head was chopped off by the wing of a low-flying A 380. Despite all the commotion, Innuentoe got so caught up in the thought of getting 'down down' later that she fell into a deep, moist crack and was never seen again. As forScreech, nobody knows what happened; all we heard was a distant scream.

In a scene straight out of a Looney Tunes cartoon, whilst trying to get back to her car Whoopsie slipped on a banana skin, got banged in the head by a rake, walked into a sheet of glass being carried across the road, and had a custard pie thrown into her face by a passing clown. Unable to cope anymore, she found a quiet corner and died of despair.

That left two RAs still out on the trail. Gamely, they decided to at least try and make it to the sweetie stop, but alas it was not to be. First to go was No 2, who spontaneously combusted as she's just too darn hot for this world. ThenSpocky, mere metres away from the jelly babies, got beamed up and subsequently lost in a kick-boxing match with aKlingon.

Back in the car park, PP got a little over-enthusiastic with the barbecue and ended up cooking and eating herself in a remarkable instance of auto-cannibalism. Miraculously,Mother and Papa Rucka survived by dint of being such lovely people but I couldn't bear to kill them off, even in a fictional sense.

YYYIIIIIPPPPPPHHHHEEEEEE!!!!

Bovey Tracey swimming pool-

Newton Road 

(find a space along Newton road to park) 

SX813777












Use of swimming pool after hash, 

so bring swim wear if you fancy a dip.




OD The Chip van + Cricket club






  

Soapy + Melon picker




 On onus PP xxx

The Star, 

Liverton 

SX 815 749 

Hares-Clever Dick & Twice Knightly

On ON PP

Lime kilm CP, (Parking money needed)

Budleigh salterton 

SY072820

OD BBQ on beach 

BYO drinks PP+FF

BBQ List so far for wed         

If you are coming and not on the list just bring some thing small 

that is not all ready on the list or let me know if you can do 

vegetarian  kebabs or something else veggie please.

Also if you can’t make it and have got an item below please please let me know ASAP 

Thank you PP

PP +FF	Meat, plates, cutlery + BBQ
#2	Veg Sausages Beet root salad
Soapy + Melon Picker	Long rolls
Buzby + Screech	Round rolls
Zoot + Hot lips	Coleslaw
Larks	Tomato + mozzarella Salad
M-A-T	Potato Salad
Whoopsie	Onions
Twice Knightly + clever dick	Cheese
Mad max	Cheese
Boots + Puss	Relish
Slippery	Ketchup

Four Firs  Woodbury common SY031863 OD The White Hart  Hare Boots N Puss On ON PP

Great Haldon  Disused little chef opposite race course  SX896835 OD  7 Stars kennford Hare Wide Receiver On ON PP

This weeks hash

Greendale barton, off the A3052  (about 3.5 miles from Clyst St Mary heading towards Sidmouth, turn right into Greendale Barton and follow road down, where you will see the big sheds at bottom) if you get to the White horse you have gone to far. SY020903   OD The White horse        Woodpecker              on on PP                 

The words for last week.

  Issue xxx​​                 Isca Hash House Harriers               20/06/12 Run Number xxx     Trail: Magdalen Car Park, Exeter City Centre Hare: Imelda On Down: George's Meeting House   If I said that the hare and a small and select pack of toned athletes met for a run on a glorious May evening last week, I'd be lying. It was June, getting ready to chuck it down and we had a big and varied pack, compete with visitors, virgins, walkers and runners. Also, the hare wasn't anywhere to be seen.   Not to be deterred by the impending doom from the skies or the lack of anyone that knows what they're doing, the usual incoherent ramblings from people trying to be in charge began. Then Coffin (not the hare) started telling us the particulars of the trail. Before she'd finished a rather harassed-looking Imelda (actually the hare) appeared, having just been out relaying washed-out marks. Waffle complete, the pack on-onned down the hill.   Following a couple of early fishhooks, a few twists and turns around the seedier end of the City Centre saw us crossing the river. No idea why- it was temporary and futile protection from the right soaking coming our way. As we started zig-zagging into the streets, the poor chalk marks were starting to look a bit worn out. The beleaguered hare popped in an emergency regroup and told us to give him a 'couple of minutes' for him to start his unplanned live lay.   In an outbreak of accidental sportsmanship, the now slightly damp pack actually did allow a couple of minutes before setting off but only because the nearby chippy smelt so nice. The fresh marks propelled us on through a long-short split to another regroup near some smokers outside the pub. They were trying to agree on whether to look bemused or indifferent to the drowned rats they were regarding. Cathuselem, bless him, missed the 30-odd hashers standing at the regroup and went sailing on by.   After the regroup, the trail demonstrated how lovely and flat Exeter couldn't be when it tried hard. The shorts at the split were let off the full ascent of the hill and the longs found themselves deposited in some unexpected country park-type land. Excellent- some shiggy to wash the rain off. A tricksy downhill was followed by a steep final uphill past the stampeding herd of cattle to the sweetie stop.   At this point, I think the pack had more turned into a shoal because we hung around for quite a while before we swam off down the hill, once more pursuing in live-trail fashion. Unfortunately, the air was now made up more of raindrops that air, and even the front-runners were having trouble picking out arrows and (more importantly) fishhooks.   Our rapid and increasingly confused twisting and turning eventually brought us back to the river where the trail had finally floated away downstream. The now rather wrinkly pack paddled its way back up to the car park for down downs and rub downs with dry towels. The last hasher back was the live-laying hare.   Pints all-round, surely?! Alas no trail can be perfect.   A quick change later beer, burgers and a review of Buzby's excellent photos with no pants on for many helped the rest of the evening go merrily by.   I don't remember any dogs on trail. What does this mean? Either that dogs dissolve or they're not stupid enough to go hashing in a monsoon.   Special condemnations go to the virgins who smiled throughout the trail, Spocky's banter, and their maiden down downs- welcome to ISCA!   Well done to a very damp and hard-working hare for an ace trail- maybe you should rerun it in the summer?...   Down Downs Imelda for being the Hare Various guests and virgins Twice Nightly because Spocky Bitz didn't give her and Clever Dick a lift Others?     On on, Clever Dick        

This weeks hash

Red Rock Brewery,  north of Bishopsteignton  SX 900 752  Hare Number 2    on ONUS PP

This weeks hash

Magdalen St CP Exeter  OD George’s Meeting place SX919921  Hare Imelda On ON PP                             

Tonight's hash

The Castle Inn  18 Fordens Lane Holcombe  Nr Dawlish SX952750   Just for a looky  http://castleinnholcombe.co.uk/ Shorty+ Bigfoot       On ON PP                           

This weeks trail video

Video

Words for last week

I hope you have all had a lovely evening hashing and I'm sorry that I did not get these done earlier......but we are still ahead of my previous attempt! I would have loved to have been there this evening but I'm in the lakes having a lovely time..... Any way some how it is already my turn to write the words again, bypassing Busby as it was his trail,, and what a fine trail it was. In summary (I only have 30mins of Internet in the pub!)  it was back check, buttercup, bogs, broken ankles, beer (or cider and lots of) bumps, booze, boobs, back to front, bums, birthday drinks (thank you very much Buzby, gutted it was such a great turn out!) bells and baaaaaa heaven!  In slightly moor detail....still have time.... A quite simply massive pack, including bill brewer, Jan Stewer, Peter Davey, peter gurney, dan'l widden, Harry H'orkand uncle tom Cobly and  all assembled at the door of the pub hoping for a truly Buzby trail......straight to the bar. But no he simply said 3 and on and it's that way....... Hang on.... Long shorts? Sweetie stop????? It soon became apparent that there was no need for long short splits just a certain amount of caution running down hill. The further you go down the further you have to come back up.... With two back checks in quick succession x Bitz and puss found themselves in the FRB position, and very excited to be there..... Welcome back by the way!  Anyway they were soon caught and on we ran through yonder buttercup meadow, under bared wire fences (gallantly held by wide in his gimp vest) across hill and vale to the sweetie stop. Yeah there was a sweetie stop.  Lots of inudeno about fridges..... How does a fridge become sexy? Some thing about a big gap, and a big shiny American..... The minds you people have!  We were sent on called forward by the bells, more back checks and a fish hook for ALL kept us together. I couldnt see the FRBs but I nearly spat on my jelly bean when I heard the sounds of them reaching a field of sheep......DOGS......SHEEP...... WIDE, PUT THAT DOWN....  before we knew it we were back I front of the pub and circled up ready for for a grand master to arrive..... The down downs were awarded to..... I haven't written it down.... The hare and birthday boy Buzby The gimp wide boy Some visitors And ummmm sorry Whilst Spocky was dealing them out I do remember that Buzby handed us out a free beer voucher.....thank you very much..... On into the pub where there was much rejoicing and food and beer and a few confused locals ( including on of my school governors)  Ater slipping out tothe garden fora quick pyramid we decided to do an a-z of the evenings events and it goes a little something like this.... A a very lovely hash B Buzby and birthday and beer C coffins turn to write the words or yummy cider D dogs lots of E eclairs F fridge freeze G gapping gap H high will Hayes I Imelda's new shoes or was he just after a free drink J jelly beans K kura shut up L lusty locals M mud N nosey Parker slippery O OMG what was wide wearing P pyramids Q for the bar R running.....?  S Shelly.....she can stay we like her!  T tits and tom Cobly U up that hill you just ran down V valley W wide the gimp X xbitz is back Y yes tor Z zebra.... Didn't you see it!  Have a lovely week and think of me on helvellyn in the rain.... Xxxxx coffinxxxxx

This weeks hash

Nobody Inn  Doddiscombsleigh  SX855865    Rise n Shine, Mateus Rosie + Mc Fee  On ON PP

Tonight's trail

Tom Cobley Tavern Spreyton   SX698967 Hare Buzby         on oN PP  

Twice Nightly's word

  Isca Hash House Harriers         ​​​​                16/05/2012 Run Number 809     Trail: Poppleford’s              Hares: Lilo Lil and Cousteau                        On Down: Poppleford’s   A veritable battalion of hashers gathered together for a fine evening of frivolity in the car park of Poppleford’s restaurant. To the delight of HRH No 2, winner of Tatler magazine’s 'Horsebox Honeys' nationwide model search, there was a good showing from the canine contingent. In fact, so many loyal hounds had turned up that the casual passerby would be forgiven for thinking he had stumbled upon a hunting party instead of a hash. Alas, the disappointingly shabby attire of many of the pack (how one longs for hashers to adopt the red jackets and ironed breeches of their betters) would have rapidly put paid to any such misconception.   Hare for the evening was the delightfully effervescent Lady Lilo of the House of Lil. Only recently having been presented to Society, with all the giddiness and excitement that entails, the dear girl is prone to occasional bouts of disorientation (Princess Puss brought a head torch in anticipation of this). To aid her in the evening’s task she had therefore enlisted the help of young Corporal Cousteau, a most steady and reliable fellow sure to keep proceedings in order, at least as long as he could restrain himself enough to run at subsonic velocities.   In the circle we were heartened to note the presence of Duke and Duchess FF and PP, recently returned to their Farringdon estate following extensive travels to foreign climes. We were also pleased to welcome a visitor, Baroness Freezeframe, who entertained us all with tales of her recent ‘Moon Walk’ expedition. She had even brought along some photographs of this no doubt worthy adventure. Being of a delicate constitution however, one had to look away after glimpsing what appeared to be Paddington Bear laced with women's undergarments. The potential combination of cross dressing and bestiality ... no, it was just too much! One narrowly avoided a swoon. But one digresses. Back to the circle.   The usual announcements were made by Lady Lilo - three and on, a sweetie stop, five (impressive, one thought) long-short splits, etc etc - and then we were off.   The trail began in a very pleasing fashion, with a brief canter around the paddock followed by spot of showjumping. One by one, the eager hashers demonstrated their skills, all performing beautifully apart from one flighty stallion going by the name of Menage à Trois, whose circuit was blighted by four faults and one refusal. Quite frankly one expected better of him. Unfortunately one’s own performance was rather lacklustre as one’s entrance into the arena had been impeded by the hindquarters of Kura. The hound, as is her custom, was too busy barking at thin air to notice one’s presence, and hence one’s time was over before one had even begun.   Confusingly, we were then back at the car park, the exact spot at which the trail had begun. One felt rather disgruntled, not having seen even one of the advertised five long-short splits, until it became apparent that there was a fresh arrow pointing across the road. Relief! We had not travelled so far in vain. One must admit that one was disappointed when most hashers ignored the sage advice of the kindly Mr Prowse and charged across the tarmac highway with nary a 'stop look or listen'. Nevertheless, within seconds the pack was safely across and deep into the wilds of the Common.   It turned out that the original route of the trail had passed through the Aylesbeare Reserve. However, the landowners had decided we were of insufficient breeding to be permitted onto such refined territory and banished us to the Common with the rest of the proletariat. Although initially offended by this slur, a glance at such ragamuffins as Squires Receiver and Imelda convinced me that unfortunately this discrimination was entirely justified.   No matter – the Common, despite its lowly name, is full of natural wonders. Indeed, the pack entered one straightaway: a deep, dramatic gorge filled with lush vegetation. One was just contemplating how ideal a spot it would be for faeries and the like, when lo and behold one spotted a sprite by the name of Woof Woof.   Soon it was time for the first split. Feeling more athletic than was wise, one plumped for the long, which turned out to be a 'Ha Ha'. Now, in one's experience these are ditches designed to keep hungry deer away from the forsythias, but apparently on a hash they are much more cruel. Despite being berated by Duke FF, oneself and Viscountess Whoopsie decided it was beneath us and turned back to rejoin the shorts before reaching the mark.   On the next short the spectre of deep mud reared its ugly head. Despite one's best efforts one became rather spattered with the stuff. We almost lost Kennelmistress Soapy as she took a tumble earthwards. One was slightly concerned that little Pansy would disappear into the mire completely, but Princess Puss bravely stated that she would pull him out if he did. In one's opinion this would be the least she could do - after all, she had been using the puppy as a propulsion mechanism for the majority of the run.   The first re-group was quite frankly wicked. Lady Lilo distributed the sweeties to the eager pack then demanded their swift return as it wasn't the right stop! She was lucky to avoid a lynching. After a tic-intensive long we were granted the sweeties a second time: a rum selection, although one heard a rumour it was actually the bald Baronet Menage à Trois who provided them. They were certainly good enough for Lethal Weapon, who in her quest for sugar managed to completely take out Dame HT2. Never has one seen such unruly behaviour from man's best friend.   Headmistress Coffin led an animated discussion on the finer points of courtship. Apparently, at her school all the governesses liken the process to a jolly game of rounders, with each base signifying a different level of intimacy. To spare blushes one will not divulge any further details, but suffice to say one is now having grave doubts as to whether the Headmistress should continue to be allowed near small children.   As we progressed onwards talk turned to tic removal. As this grisly topic is not suited to refined conversation one attempt to avert one's ears, but one still caught some of the more outlandish suggestions. Archduke Larks Vomit wanted to douse them in hydrogen peroxide, Squire Receiver wanted to lubricate them with Vaseline (ahem) and Baron Spocky von Bitz wanted to use a corkscrew. This last idea can be excused as the Baron was still recovering from the trauma of Son von Bitz taking out X von Bitz earlier in the day, and so he was not thinking clearly.   A gladsome scamper more, punctuated by bouts of cheating (mentioning no names, Count Dick), and we were back at the car park. Down downs were awarded, some ordinary souls trying to park were deeply unsettled, and then the pack headed indoors.   The On Down saw everyone in good spirits, mostly because the sprite Woof Woof had constructed a fabulous, paw-topped cake. The Popplefords staff seemed somewhat overwhelmed, and their entire ale supply was exhausted in the space of ten minutes. It really is quite frightful what a beer-guzzling, unsophisticated, noisy rabble these hashers are. It is at times embarrassing to be seen in their presence. No doubt one will be back next week however.

Down downs

Happy birthday Melon Picker. Here Soapy and he are about to take their down downs. Notice the glass on his head!!

Tonight's hash

Exeter Arms/Toby’s  Middlemoor Exeter    SX956919     Melon Picker +Soapy On ON PP

Cake

Before