1186 The one after Santa came.

Hope all the Hashers got the prezzies they asked Santa for and they all managed to behave themselves. Ho Ho Ho ! The true spirit of Christmas was well and truly drunk on x-mas day.So much so that we had to have another live run as none of the Hashers could face setting the trail with massive headaches. Coach picked the spot for the run and handed out the pieces of paper and off we went.
Trail 1 was set by Dorothy who set off at a gallop with all the runners haring after him and after about a klick he shouted checking in. False trails came thick and fast after that and the real trail 2 was Wheresma's sister Kate. Suitably attired in flip flops and a thick winters jacket she trailed off for about 500m before she sucummed to the heat. The jacket came off and slightly pink admitted that she enjoyed that.
Rocky set off on another one of his runs before Zara shouted for trail 3 so back he tracked and followed the hashers going off into the distance. After check-in 3 was called Rocky called another trail and off we followed like lemmings only to be told after about a km that it was indeed a falsie. Mutterings from the crew until In-out called the on in and off he went back to the cars with the rest of us in tow.
Cluseau gave the first in toast and comments were given by one of our younger hashers Jammin who was a bit cruel to the hares as is his right. The spy this week was written on a piece of paper and picked by Rocky who passed it on to Firecracker as a x-mas present. She picked hubby Coach to take the full bucket as he should have explained the "Live Hash rules " to a few of our hashers.So the poor man got the lot. Happy new year when it comes Hashers and see you all on the 3rd of Jan 2010.

1185 The run before Santa comes

Meths and Pegasus set us a seasonal merry run in the desert. It was going to be set in x-mas colours but since Marmars is closed we're limited to the paint we can get.So it was back to good old red. 3 trails and a few falsies thrown in for good measure. With the teachers being on their jollies the numbers were a wee bit down on what we're used to. However the trails were enjoyed by the runners and walkers as well. First in was Fat Boy slim who gave the first in toast. Comments were given by Hot to trot who was kind to the Hares. Then the dreaded spy stepped forward and it was Meths. He proceeded to bucket Dorothy for the bicycle shorts and HTT for departing on his hols later in the week and Mark Roberts for the hell of it. On On and a Merry x-mas to all the hashers and ex-hashers who read the blog.

1184: Hashmas Run 2009

The adaptability of the hare, hashmaster and the rest of the committee were pushed close to their limits by thunder and lightning and torrential rain. The thought of abandoning the hashmas never entered Vomit Comet's mind though. Ceweed was forced to leave his partially washed away trail for a future run and set a live hash along the old Dukhan road. As per a top secret live hash rule, everybody had the chance of calling a falsey. This left the athletes free reign to take us on long punishing false trails through squishy wet sand and up and down jebels. First in was young Microphone who rattled through the script and missed half of it out before being prompted. A few more first ins and he should have it sussed. Comments were given by myself (HTT) and the spy was Miss Disgrace who bucketed everyone without a hash t-shirt, myself for bad canine behaviour and Dorothy for wearing strange shorts. As the weather was not the best for a bonfire and outdoor carol singing everybody came back to mine for traditional and hashified carols accompanied by Fatboy Slim on the trumpet. Merry Xmas hashers and have a good break teachers.

On On

HTT

Hash Mistressed! The Survivor

This is the run that sorts out the real, hard core, hashers from mere regulars and occasionals. A slight nip in the air meant there were few of us indeed. Let's name and, through omission, shame: GPS, Mike, Flipper, Hot Tottie and Stuart's mate Ken, Rocky and the VC. With Chips, Sideshow, Rock and Funks supporting from (warm blankets) on the sidelines.
We've had a few Hash Matresses, but only ever (afaicr) once before was there a Hash Mistress (Pippin). Today, Dolphin ruled Supreme. Mastered the Ceremony. Trumpeted the bugle, and generally kept us in order.
The live runs were just the ticket - the bracing sea breeze and long stretches of soft sand - certainly got rid of the cobwebs. On On the Hares.
And hashers, it's the survivors, who selflessly collect every last remnant of the night before and leave the site as pristine as before. to them we should show our respect. On On the Survivors!

EID CAMP 1181ish

What an awesome camp! Those that stayed will attest. Top location. Spot On Coach-Quiz. An fantastically, irritatingly apposite, lengthy, testing run, with an old tradition - a double back of double backs. Barbie Cute! We should do this more often!

Klipe's last run and a Bonfire to go with it.

Yep, after all these years it was down to the last run for Mr Klipe and Madame Klipe. Madame was so emotional she didn't turn up.The leaving of the Hash is always a bit of a tear jerker as you're leaving all your fellow Hashers behind, so you either shed a tear because you're so sad, or in this case because you're so deleriously happy. All the remnants of a lifetime here in Dukhan sold to the unwitting and the Black Hole bar to Mark ( Mongrel ) Roberts. Klipe was hare and we were at the Hashmas site where there have been numerous hashes set. The first trail had us running up the jebel and left us with a view of Zekreet bay and Khatiyah beyond.A double back along the pipeline for trail 2 had everyone foxed and some of our younger ones had to be told where to go as a clue. Trail 3 was another round the jebel and again everyone set off in search of the cunningly hidden on in. Miss Disgrace having been taxied to the hash site had originally missed the turning and shot off to Zekreet village. On the way back her driver had noticed the On-in painted on a road sign. The clueless and the daft ! Louella ran right passed the sign and it was GPS who eventually got in first. The first in toast was given by GPS, comments were given by Jaws and then it was down to the spy.
At the end of last weeks quench Mr Comet had asked Coach if he would be spy and temp master as he would be late in arriving at the bash. The acting Hash master went aganst all the rules and made Klipe the spy. His last chance to be cantankerous and soak a few. Unbeknown to the hash there was Mr Comets original spy waiting to give Klipe a real good soaking. Klipe bucketed a few of the girls for the not wearing hash apparel and a few of the wee ones for being wee.Hamish got bucketed for not wearing a Tee-shirt and his excuse of not being able to buy one that fits was laughed off by our spy.Gallons of water went cascading over the unfortunate to the delight of the rest. Enter the second spy. Jaws and Cluseau were first in the middle and Klipe with Miss disgrace.Sideshow's crew of 5 were also circled as they didn't shut up. Again gallons of water rained down and soaked half the hash. Gregory missed out as he was emptying his pockets before getting wet,his excuse.
The bonfire was lit after we consumed all the cocktails and the quench and tons of food laid out for the hashers bash. Chocolates were given to all the kids as they watched their guys go up in flames. Brilliant night and real good send off to Klipe. On On

Location,Location,Location

GPS set the trail among the Jebels which really pleased Rocky and Hot to Trot. In fact they enjoyed it so much they missed the 2nd trail and followed an old one miles and miles.The elder among us struggled up and down the jebels but the runners revelled in it.GPS remarkably got us back to the cars and our amber nectars. Comments were given by Rick and the spy was Rocky. He got all the ex Hashmasters in the circle and then proceeded to call in Klipe and let us all bucket the old rascal. On On.

1175

Seaweed wound us along long temporary roads to the flamingoless flamingo headland and island. After a traditionally obscured turn on the first trail, the hares performance was oddly impeccable: well marked, easily found, straight lines and *!@#$%* long!
Dangerously Klipe was probably for the last time until he returns to visit made spy. Seemed he was making up for all those chivalrous/misogynistic days when the fairer gender remained unbucketed, though revenge was vindicated on a few fellows too.
The sun set over the sea. And life was good.

The wet and the dry of it. (1174?)

Of course we wouldn't have expected anything other of Herr Tony than a little bit different. The first trail, or what remained after the tide had run the route beforehand, had us through jetsam flotsam, saltsand, and worse. Our hare was not going to let his solitary falsie go to waste, trumpeting the entire hash along the wrong before allowing us to tackle the echt 2nd. Several buglers later we were enticed INSIDE the palatial fence and a challenge -or distance - to find the way in. At the outset the conundrum posed was there is a wetand a dry On In. And so it developed into an almighty sprint/swim finish, those opting for the longer, dry route getting overtaken by the following shortcutters plunging into the sea and In In first.
Biffo talked himself to the top of fat-boy slim's spy list, some personal 'souvenirs' were awarded and GPS got what he deserved for lacing the bucket with ice.
The public promontory was happy as the sun fell red into the ocean.

Long long l..o..n..g.. very very lo.......n...........

Trust Morangie. Or rather, don't.
A moderate length he suggested. HA! Very HA!
We were down by the seaside just round the corner from the vanished palace.
The first trail was long. And soft. very long, very soft. The next trail took us still further out still. Swear we touched the beach club wall.
Kilometres, miles away the next took us knee deep in soft sand never mind the hillocks. Misty murmured never let GB loose with a full tin of paint.
Night fell and we found the 4th which culminated in a swim through fine sand up a tall 25% incline.
I'm sure the dawn chorus greeted us as we passed the picnic site while crawling our way On In.
Seeing the quench still had hours before he'd appear we helped him and administered to the parched.
There was just energy to name names and Misty to bucket the many.

1171: Sandpit

HM VC and Amy set a rather tortuous hash out by the picturesque Northern point of the Dukhan peninsula. Four trails were set on that fateful Saturday before the hash. Unaware were the hares that their efforts would be wiped out by the cruel Eastern winds of the Persian gulf.

The first trail was mercifully short in the face of the onslaught of fine sand making it's way into the mouths and noses of the brave hashers. Little were they to know that the next trail would be set along a calf and thigh punishing stretch of soft sand before ending in the welcome sight of two blue dots. The third trail was a crafty one, cutting diagonally across the field where experienced trail setters expected to find the dots. Hardened hashers of many tens of runs heard the call of the bugle from afar and ploughed onwards though they could not hope to catch the leaders less some great calamity befell them. Gregory, Tim, GPS and HTT forged onwards to find a poorly scrawled ON-IN written on a tyre. Gregory, in triumph called out to the hashers all around "ON-IN" and raced towards the cars. Gregory made it in first but soon it was made clear to him and his troupe that the ON-IN they read was not the true ON-IN but an ON-## placed there by the mischievous hares.

Comments were given by Miss Disgrace who was most complimentary about the run except for the sparseness of blue dots and shortness of the fourth trail.

First in was Scott of the frozen wastes to the North known as Aberdeen. He succeeded despite Cluseau's misguidance in reciting the words required of the first in.

Spy was one of our younger hashers, known either as Chip Stealer of Ella. She bucketed her father for obvious reasons and all of her friends for some social faux pas last week.

A name for Alastair Justice was chosen out of "The Doctor?", "Fatboy Slim", "Goatee",Some muppet character who played the trumpet http://muppet.wikia.com/wiki/Lips, and "Bell Boy http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Quadrophenia. By majority vote, Fatboy Slim was chosen due to his shrinking belly.

The new hash quench learned a few valuable lessons about the alcohol capacity of the average hasher and we all made our merry way home.

Until next week hashers.

Don't have sandmares.

HTT

1170 SURVIVOR

Most that did were under teenage reflecting their exalted recovery powers. Phil (no longer a teenager) took the first live trail with the enthusiasm of a man possesed. Finally VC and Rx persuaded him to check in before we all died of dehydration. Momentarily 'Mike' brought us back - down and car wards - but turned us uphill again. Biffo the Blade (if I remember) had hardly any less mercy as the sun got hotter glaring its menacing heat off the bright sand. Twas still and the slithy hashers wilted in the borogrove. Thank goodness for the Palm Tree Fan who got us back in one piece.
We all wanted the bucket. Some were found stealing it as drinking water.
Thanks again to those wonderful hashers who get up the morning after the night before and tidy up all the mess of the night before the morning after.
On On

1169 The Camp Soixante Neuf

V.Comet and the newly anointed Hash Mattress led us a merry ankle snapping trot at our beach camp south of the picnic site. The humidity drained us of energy as we failed to find the on in. Until we did. On On the hares.
Suspicions were aroused as Klipe having chosen the site scarpered faster than you can say down down.
GPS and Chips led a lively and novel quiz, despite the attentions of the Wolfman, and all ended (by my reckoning) in a resounding draw.
Kluless followed his traditional chuckins with some bum-charades. Special mention has to go to the amazing(?) Snoop Dog.
The night, the beachside, the company, was magical. One by one we went to sleep; most abandoning hot steamy collapsed tents to snuggle up al fresco in the sand. The wind whistled and the hash snored.
Thanks to everyone.

1166: Walking in a wellhead wonderland

Hot to trot (myself) set a medium length hash over the hills and far away from civilisation, by "In & Out's" well GDI-4. There were three trails set in blue over soft sand and ankle punishing rocks. After the third trail was finished, most hashers headed in completely the wrong direction to find the ON-IN. About ten minutes of futile hunting meant that a bit of subtle hinting was required by the hare to send some scouts the right way. Even with the hints Doctor Justice, Morangie and Pegasus walked straight past it. Hashmaster VC bravely sacrificed his chance of being fist in by standing guard over the ON-IN after he found it. This left Jaws to race back to the camp to claim the honour of being first in. Some hashers reported seeing a ghostly apparition of a pink fairy running along side Jaws but that must have been a bit of heat stroke induced hallucination. Comments were given by Doctor Justice who was very complimentary considering that the hare sent him the wrong way to look for the second trail.

A few birthdays were announced, namely GPS for this week and Ceweed and In & Out for last week. They were treated to a down down. The spy was Coach who bucketed half of the male hashers. Myself for in revenge for last week, Ceweed for not telling anybody about his birthday, Tom for not having been bucketed before and a few others I can't remember at the moment.

Eid Camp coming soon.

On On until next week.

HTT

QWCH3s on tour at RWC

Yes Railay West Coast, (Krabbi, Thailand) was host to numerous QWC hashers and several 'interesting' runs, trials and trails.

We first have to recount the 'Fishermen and Flowers' from the pool-bar down following winding trails of shells, flowerbaskets on poles all the while being refreshed with nature's juices from the hands of exotic beach maidens and waiters to a bamboo chapel where the circle, in dresses, hats, carnations and barefeet bore witness to the uniting of Bummer and Big Toe. ON ON the hashers cried. Some tears indeed were shed. Bride bloomed, bridesmaids and groom too. The spy ensured that Vomit's better half, Amy, got the bouquet, while Comet ended up with the order of the garter. It was great to see Pickle again, who got away with (the tallest) new shoes on the sand.

Later the same day, there was what seemed like an endless run on the free bar, and the energy youth and agility of some of the younger hashers came to the fore – Fartypants, Full Moon, Sideshow, Legolas, Pestasaurus and Rock grooved to the Crazy Foot Funk. Comments were a plenty with the groom holding forth, there was no bucket but a mask and snorkel for the wet arrivals. Allegedly Glaiket and Bubbley later vied for having the biggest bucket and remaining upright.

There was the jungle hill trail led by Razzermashaz, involving everyone getting chased by a very angry billy goat gruff. Winding up at a dead end, a dead nice end, though we didn't fancy the full wax before making our way on in through sea-water.

There was the Hash hash which started at skunk bar, kind of reclined and just descended from there on.

The author was babysitting the night of the notorious stags meet hens night 'stripping hash' so thankfully is unable to report on it beyond noting that two of our most stalwart spent the next day in bed. I'll let you figure who.

In a similar vein there were a number of hash crawls along the east coast, at which there were many on ons, checking ins and down downs. Certainly plenty of misdemeanours for the spies to punish.

There was the fireless bbq ocean run, where we accidentally deposited hashers on various desert Andaman islands. Nigel, Gus, Clive and Rocky shone the way home brightly until the treacherous slippery gang plank On In, which was safely negotiated.

There was a walk on water hash, first along a row of lie low sunbeds and finally unaided. Not much point bucketing the runners of that one.

Penultimately was the silver clips trail up a vertical mountain by fingertip run, Pickle starred; honourable mentions to Ole Thin(g?) Cole and Anxgus and the boys. Experienced hashers stood on the sidelines and offered encouragement. Sensibly.

Last was a torchlit journey to the centre of the earth, led by young Rock deep into the heart of the mountains, dodging bats, and glimpsing illusory lagoons.

Roll call of Hashers on Holiday not mentioned above include Mike, Graham, fathers of bride and groom their spouses Pat, Caroline, and Dessers: Tom, Morgan, Effie, Alex, Peter, Ben….

More could be added with those whose memories remain intact

 
 

1159 You make me smile and all the while......... love thy neighbour's wife

Seaweed took us to Qatar's original airport, being restored to a rather Costa Del Sol appearance, though only camels flying down the runway today. There weren't hundreds of us, but what we lacked in quantity we made up for. Short, C said. It wasn't. It was hot and the sand was soft. And a long long time between trails it seemed. There were no falsies, but we came upon 3 dots. An ingenious novel (?) device: forking the run; you took your choice and either ended happily at 2 or the wrong option (checking back). There were scorpions in the reeds, a fox, plenty of snake (tracks), birds, lizards, and camels but still no sign of Klueless's Gnu (or was it a mousse?). The Devious Weed had us going round in those spiral formations he likes (and we don't!), but he did say there were 3 trails and there were. There were accusations of lost on-ins, but to me that was just the klipe kliping, especially as he struggled for unkind words to say about the run. Gump, the only one left standing really, came in first at last. The Lord said "Adversity is the first path to truth." We'd been through it, and Byron stepped up to the plate to administer the bucket of truth, which was like a see saw, one minute ruthlessly including us all, the next shining light of kindness and comapassion. In the end In and Out got another, but this week acceptable, soaking together with the guest hornblower for some rubbish reason. Another Byronism goes "Always laugh when you can" which is how we watched the sun go down.

These are the days the Hash family really does feel like a family.
Don't stay indoors next Sunday, come and join us, when, Mr Myself Himself will be guesting.

Happy Summer Everyone

on on.

(any resemblance to persons living or appearing to is purely intentional)

1158 The Rocky Horror Show

In an obvious effort to undermine the wonderfully not devious, though deviant enough, masterwork of Hare Klipe, as is his wont, Rx took centre stage (greedily), the horn (rustily), came in first (ungraciously) toasted (haphazardly) spied (unwelcomedly) and cashed (furtively).
Waldo took us round the 'hospital side' of the hole in the wall; just south of Giacometi's head. And brought enough refreshments to float a flotilla. And the few hashers left, got commendably to the bottom. The moonwalker walked past and Buzz Aldridge (or was it Lightyear) gave us a wave. Jess got a bit damp for her flight and the CK family practised their grass skirts as Vanuatu beckoned. O No! n

1157 Auf Wiedersehen Pets

Jessy Roberts took us out to our Jacques Klusseaus underwater launch spot and dragged us through (well marked I thought) soft sand up to our armpits - charming in 40 degrees heats and no Bummer in sight. Numbers were good, was it the food or the end of term that got us all out? Jaws hated it, and that was about the Baker's best compliment on the run. Not a hill in sight but I thought it was excellent! On On the hares!
Morangie was a surprising spy (I'd've banned him for a year for relinquishing the earlier opportunity), but he did well. First the 3 leavers were soaked to their underwear, and then given the chance to bucket the rest of the hash (3 buckets worth). The Doughnut Van man thought he had subtly escaped and so a 5th bucket, with the icy dregs of the cool box, were administered.
There were presentations, representations and tears as we fondly bade farewell to 2 of our most regular stalwarts - Piste Up and Gump, and the Baker who had once been "the most popular and nicest".
There were pizza, samosas. The sunset was gorgeous. It and the Dukhan Tigers made their way down and the people talked gently and everyone lived happily,,,, summertime and the living is easy.

1156

More as it gets remembered.
Coach avoided the Penelope P'Up's bucket and snuck off on leave.
On On!

It was only a temporary memory loss

This week Danny alias Jaws redeemed himself by remembering to set the trail. He even remembered where he had set it which was a bonus. Moderate length was mentioned and the girls blushed. Off we went over half of Khatiyah or so it seemed. The summer heat was getting to a lot of the hashers and there's more walkers than runners now,for a few more weeks until the mass exodus.Then we'll be down to minimum numbers. Trail 1 was a lengthy one and Trail 2 was bang on the correct length for this time of year as was Trail 3. The On-in was found by GPS and off he ran miraculously in the right direction back towards the cars. Gump tried his hardest to get close but again had to settle for second in. The "First in" toast was given by GPS and comments supplied by Gregory who was far too kind to the Hare. Spy for this week was Gump and he uncerimoniously dumped litres of water on Jaws for last weeks run, Mark Roberts for smirking, Clouseau for letting Jaws off last week when he was spy,Ceweed, Son of Rock, Sideshow,Bubbles for going on leave,Penelope Pisst up coz it's her 3rd last run, Fran for doing a cinderella and leaving her shoes at everybody's house, Byron for asking for another amber nectar at 3am and some of the kids for just being there. Next weeks trail will be set by Coach so be prepared. On on.

1154 Mr Al Zymer forgets to set trail

Sundays Hash was a live one. Jaws forgot that he was supposed to set the trail. Something to do with the falling down stuff affecting the grey matter on Saturday morning. Mind you half the camp must have felt the same way as panadol sales went through the roof according to the sales staff at Marmars.
So to the tale of the trails. Being a Live Hash you took your chance picking up a slip of neatly folded paper from the Hash masters hat. Trails 1.2 & 3 were there alongside 2 falsies, 2 comments,the On In and the dreaded spy. There were also a lot of blanks and the kids faces told the truth about getting blanks.
GPS led the first trail and carried it for a reasonable length up a gentle slope to give us all a scenic view overlooking Khatiyah. Rocky threw in a falsie at this point and had a few of the youngsters following him like a modern day Pied piper. Fran took up the real trail 2 and ran the Hash along a Bund wall and onwards and upwards up another jebel. There were a few of the regulars breathing through the lower ends of their anatomy at this point. Sideshow the wee rascal ran the longest false trail 3 ever, with all the Hashers in tow, except Firecracker and Coach who were the hares for real trail 3.They stayed around the check-in for trail 2 smiling as Sideshow called false trail. The Hares called On on and the short trail 3 was on. Miss Disgrace was the On In and was extremely lenient to the runners and called it as she headed back to the cars. The hash has been lucky and has had few accidents while running over the rocky terrain, I think it's 2 in the last ten years Mark Roberts and Roy Hedges spring to mind but yesterday we had number 3. Rocky went head over heels on the run in being tripped up by Sideshow his daughter ! Minor scratches thankfully and no transfusion required.Bubbly had her first aid kit out and the nurses uniform on in a flash while she administered a bit of T.L.C. to Rocky's skint knee.
The first in toast was given by Clouseau, comments were given by Methesulah and Chip stealer and then the dreaded spy stepped up. Clouseau ! Well as soon as he stepped into the circle Coach and Morangie could take the Tee shirts off as they knew they were in for a soaking. No reason needed, Meths was soaked for critiscism and Gump got the bucket because he was in the Kids pool at the Kids Hash party. All the kids were soaked for spilling gallons of water from the pool over Clouseau's shoes at the party and the Hash master had his share of the bucket for slagging the spy off. On On until next weeks trail which is due to be set by Jaws. We will see if Al-Zymer shows up again!

The Long and Winding trail that leads to your.....

Glenmorangie is world famous for it's smoothness,being the colour of gold and havind a pleasing after taste. This does not describe this hash or our Morangie. Our Morangie told porkie pies in telling us his 3 trails were shorter than last weeks Canton clans effort. Trail 1 was a long and winding trek through soft sand along pipelines and ending up miles away on the beach. It had the runners puffing and panting and the walkers muttering. Trails 2 & 3 were even longer and the walkers who attempted trail 1 only were at least 30 minutes back at the cars before the first of the runners could be seen as a wee dot away in the distance. Jaws and Gump were in the race to be first in and it was Jaws who overcame the desert sand and heat to have the honour of giving the "First In" toast. He was that knackered that he gave the speech while leaning on a 4 by 4 which was a bucketable offence. This was not missed by Rocky the " Spy ". He also bucketed Gump for racing, Morangie for telling fibs and for the long trails, GPS and Hash ash for non compliance of "World Non Smoking day", Mr Comet for handing the bugle over to a" non compusmentos" Hasher on the camp, Hot to trot for being the "Non compus" Hasher and Rob the Rigger for having the audacity to go on leave. With no football to go home to the hashers stayed long into the evening until the quench was no more and the sun had set. On on until next week.

Ta-Daaaaa

Hello Hashers, just to let you know the trumpet has been returned to it's rightful owners after it's little trip to the QH3 in Doha. Tent packer helpfully picked it up while investigating the camp site and called In & Out to negotiate it's safe return in exchange for a case of beer.

1152:

The few hashers who had not perished from sun stroke and dehydration on the camp at the weekend appeared in the golf club car park on Sunday afternoon. The Canton clan led us out the North gate to find their hash. There were several doubts about whether GPS would find the trail due to past experience but he led us straight to a circle with some red dots visible just on the edge. Unfortunately those red dots were not the trail we were to follow but some of Coach's from run 1146. Microphone led us off to a false start before we were called back to the real trail. It was a nice sandy course along pipelines, up hills and along pipelines before Rob the Rigger found the ON-IN.

In and Out was given the honour of being the spy before heading out again and duly bucketed his colleague Rob as well as Pastman Pat and Cluseau.

On On until next week.

HTT

1151: Survivor Run

We were rudely awoken at around 6am as it was getting a bit warm. Microphone took the role of hashmaster and led us on a live hash. We had three fairly short trails and a short on-in. That's all I can really remember. If anybody wants to fill in the gaps then leave a comment please. Instructions on how to do that will follow in an email shortly.

On On!

HTT

1150: Zikreet Hash Camp 2.0

After a bit of a false start with the trail setting involving communication problems, a bit of excavation using a Nissan X-Terra and a large loading shovel and some slings VC headed out to the desert with Klipe and a load of wood to set our hash camp trail. While Klipe wass arranging to remove the wood lorry from another sand trap, VC set a nice medium length trail across some hard packed ground, some very soft sand and a few jebels ending in a run down a nice slope and into the camp. Methuselah was the first in and reeled off the words as I am sure he has done dozens of times before. The spy was Rigger Rob who left me to recount the tale of the hash that never was before getting bucketed with some medium cold water for knocking over the very cold water I had provided.

Cluseau took the reigns of the barbecue, cooking up some chickens and whatever people provided. The blokes easily defeated the girls in quizmaster coach's hash quiz. We all had probably far too many refreshments and a bit of a sing-song by the fire before retiring to sleep in boiling tents.

On On!

HTT

1149: Klipe's textbook hash

Klipe asked us all to come 15 minutes earlier to the golf club as he was taking us on a long journey to a seldom used hash site down towards Saudi. Once everybody had arrived we headed off out the main gate and on to the motorway. We passed Fahahil Main and kept on going, turning off down towards the sea to a spot next to a manifold.

VC did his introductions and welcome backs and passed the trumpet on to Klipe. The first trail was a nice long sprint down the road which got the runners safely out of the way and heading in completely the wrong direction at the end of the trail. Their enthusiasm led them off into the sandy hills nearer towards the sea where they would find no trails. The second trail was found by one of the walkers and doubled back almost parallel to the first leaving some of the runners with about a five minute run before they hit the soft sandy trail. The third trail was thankfully shorter than the first two and over some nicer terrain. Dr. Justice found the On-In but decided to wait before calling it so some of the slower lot could catch up. Pegasus forced his hand and called it for him, prompting Gregory and him to race towards the finish. First in was Gregory who gloated quite a bit before struggling a bit with the toast.

Comments were given by Penelope Pissed Up and VC. There was much ribbing of VC for his antics on Thursday night and then we were on to the spy. Postman Pat bucketed In & Out, Byron, Rigger Rob, Gump and Jaws for overtaking and misunderstandings.

On On until the camp on Thursday.

HTT

QWCHHH Hash Ball 2009

The long awaited and intensely planned QWCHHH ball went amazingly smoothly with everybody having a great time by all reports.

The extended Haggerty clan used their Scottish night experience to organise the venue, the food, the drink and the barmen. Vomit Comet, Miss Grace and Hot to Trot lent a hand where they could with VC acting as MC until he fell in a heap and had to be escorted home. The winner of the drinking hash game goes to Bubbles who I think went round the course for both herself and Rocky.

Good food, great company and lots of refreshments.

Do we really have to wait another year to do it again.

On On!

HTT

1148: Fran's seaside stroll

It was over past the desalination again for the hash this week. Fran Morgan and the twins set a lovely hash in blue which wove along pipelines, around trees and through the remains of an old Occidental camp site. There was a good range of terrain between soft sand and rocks. One of the twins led us all off trail before blaming it on his mum. The on-in was painted on the back of an abandoned boat with a long on-in along the shore. Well set Fran and kids, we will look forward to your next hash.

First in was Penelope Pissed Up. Good cop comments came from Tony and bad cop comments came from Rocky.

Neil Scott was named Beam Me Up.

Spy was Methuselah who bucketed myself, Dr. Justice, Postman Pat and Vomit Comet.

On On the hares, the commenters and the spy.

1147: Jasmine in my mind

As predicted by HM Vomit Comit before the run we were treated to another seaside hash by Ceweed. The salt water running through his veins told him that there would be a nice cooling breeze blowing along the West coast of Zikreet bay on Sunday so he set it just North of the Army training base.

There was another arithmetical challenge for us too. 3 true trails, some falsies and a total of 12 dots at the end of them. The trails were of a medium length over fairly uninspiring terrain and ground that proved a bit difficult for our more senior hasher's ankles. The hare was forced to mark a new ON-IN in the sand as nobody was going anywhere near the real one. We all made it back alive and well with Cluseau in the lead.

The following hashers were named.

Tabitha - Hee Haw
Lynne Scott - Quine
Rhea Scott - Hasher Montana
Lana Scott - Lana Banana

The spy for the week revealed themself as Klipe. He trawled his long memory and found an excuse to bucket Vomit Comet, Jaws, Ceweed. Pestasaurus and Legolas got a special drenching for refusing to enter the circle at the beginning.

Loads of t-shirts and stubby holders were sold and we are down to the last few of some stubby holder colours. Get them while you can.

Only a week and a half until the Hash ball.

On On

Hot To Trot (Soon to be re-named)

1146: Hot! Hot! Hot!

The hares decided that we all had been very bad over the cooler months and decided to take us to the depths of hades and make us run around. It was around 40 Deg C when we ran Coach and Firecracker's trail towards the sea from Khatiyah North. There were four medium length trails which had everybody puffing and panting. The ON-IN had been painted on especially for coach by his little underground friends in a crack in the rocks.

Unfortunately we lost a hasher on the trail to heat stroke but she was whisked to the medical centre by Vomit Comet and Bubbly where she was given loads of salty water and will hopefully be better soon. Everybody make sure that they properly hydrate themselves before coming out on the hash in this weather.

Comments were given by Cluseau who did not pass up on the opportunity to rip into Coach and Firecracker for setting a long trail on a hot day. Although in his defence, the hot weather has snuck up on us this year. The spy was Penelope Pissed-Up who bucketed Ceweed, Byron, Demion, Simon Hose and GPS for crimes against fashion.

Ceweed volunteered to set next week's hash.

On On until next week.

Hot-To-Trot

1145 Forest on The trail of the Lonesome Pine

This weeks Trail was set by Hot To Trot and he took us up towards Khatiyah North. With not a tree in sight the poor dogs didn't have a leg to lift. 3 trails of what was described as a moderate length was a lot longer than moderate. Ask any of the girls what a moderate length is and see what they tell you ! Over rocks and jebels the Hashers hashed. Soon the field was as spread out as you could get and Gump, Jaws and Rocky must have covered miles searching for Trail 2. This blogger is sure that they were on their own wee mission to find the elusive tree.This would solve Hash slash's need to pee on every tyre on everybody's four by four.
Trail 2 took us along a pipeline and up another jebel even further away from the cars. This was the trail that got some of the girls moaning about length again.
Trail 3 was found close by the check-in for number 2 and took us along a rocky ridge with some of the youngsters off and running with not a thought to the razor sharp rocks whereas the elder members had their eyes glued to the terrain. Again Gump set off on the search for the On in and he like the rest of us must have walked over it. Lisa "Ooo ah Cantona ' on stumbling over it took off like a scared rabbit and that is the quickest sprint in we've had in a wee while. Mind you she started the run in on a downward incline and the momentum she initially gained would have given Mr Bolt a run for his money.
First in toast was given nearly word perfect by Ooo ah Cantona and Hash comments were given by Alistair Justice. He was lenient to the Hare and spared him a right good slagging. Mr Ceeweed was this weeks spy and he bucketed Hot to Trot, Jaws, Simon, Mr Comet and Byron for various reasons non of which we can print.
The Tickets are going fast for the Hash Ball so get your names down for a good night. On on.

1144: Windy Easter Live Hash

I was supposed to set the hash this week but for some reason I failed to access the correct sector of the hard disk in my head and forgot. So the Easter Sunday hash run was a live hash.

19 humans + 1 dog braved the elements, each taking a slip of paper and performing their respective roles. There were four trails and 3 false trails before Ceweed called the ON-IN. Cluseau was pipped to the post by young Son Of Rock. Comments were made by GPS and the spy was Cluseau. He passed up a completely legitimate reason to bucket me and decided to keep all of the water for coach for abuse of power.

Easter eggs were distributed to the kids and we all had a beverage and a blether.

Just as well we were given the option to have a short-ish run as there was a howling gale and it was threatening to rain. It looked for a moment that we would get horizontal rain and make me homesick for Shetland but it held off until we were on our way home.

Hash ball tickets to be distributed next week. Final call for hashers to sign up to the ball before it is opened up to non hashers will be next Sunday.

On On

HTT

1143: 4T + 2FT = 14D

Ceweed took us out the main gate toward's Fahahil and down to the coastguard's station for a bit of a test in arithmatic. He told us that there were 14 dots at the end of the trails and there were 4 true trails. The trails turned out to be quite long and winding, doubling back on themselves to allow shortcuts by the walkers and the hare. The second trail turned into a loop at the end which made a few people quite dizzy. Jaws raced to the finnish after seeing the On-In painted on an old matress. Comments were given by myself (HTT) and the spy was Neil Scott who was not guilty of age descrimination. He bucketed hashers young and old. Gump almost joined us for liquid refreshment but got lost among the pipelines on his way back from the Jaleha shutdown.

Sales of stubby holders are brisk. Stocks are limited to 10,000 so hurry while they last.

Only 5 more weeks until the Hash Ball on 14th May.

On On until next Sunday

Hot To Trot

1142: Horse of the Apocalypse

In Greek legend it is said that Pegasus carried lightning bolts for Zeus. Fortunately for us she kept them in her saddle bags during her 666th run. Pegasus and Methuselah set a nice long-ish run across at beach 7 between the sailing club and the desalination plant. There were three trails set out in a fairly predictable circular pattern across some good flat running terrain. First in was myself, closely followed by Dr. Justice and a Geordie Farie.

There were approximately 4,872 namings done as follows.

Lisa Canton : Ooh Ah Cantona
Lucia : Dolphin
Oscar : Microphone
Ella : Chip Stealer
Kirsty : Bossy Knickers
Jody : Little Bibbles Did It

The recently named Funky celebrated her 100th run for which her mum Bubbles downed a can of beer. Pegasus was presented with a certificate and a photo to celebrate her 666th run and also joined in the down down at a slightly slower pace.

The spy was Bubbles who bucketed various people for not wearing red, Dave Baker for being too happy and a couple of kids for being too noisy.

We all adjourned to the sailing club where there was finger food a plenty and some more refreshment provided.

Congratulations Pegasus and hope you hang around to reach 700.


On On


Hot To Trot

1141: Exfoliation

Bubbles and Viva Le Pink took us out to Zikreet bay for a good sand blasting this week. The shamal was raging all around the brave hashers who were blasted with a mixture of sand, salt and seawater as they made their way along the trails. There were four trails of a medium length which formed a roughly circular route. The hares waited until the runners were miles away before calling it so they had to come all the way back past the cars and then run into the finish.

The cars were corraled around to protect from the elements and horizontally flying seabirds while the formalities were observed. First in was young Oscar Canton who said the toast excellently even though his sister kept interrupting. Comments were given by Morangie who compained about the wind and the sand and the length but agreed that it was a well marked and nice course for the better day it was set in.

The spy was Rigger Rob who, in his Canadian drawl regaled us with tales of crimes against the spirit of hashberdashery, navigational errors and fashion faux pas. Myself, GPS, Jaws and Vomit Comet were all treated to a soaking with icy water for our transgressions.

On On! HTT

Thanks Rocky for the photos and the comments.




Brilliant Super Fantastic Lovely

windy dusty long

Welcome STUART and WENDY welcome Fowlers Guests and welcome several back not least Magnus and Tabs.

It was a gorgeous spring day by the beach. Pinks said 'Just think, wouldn't it be awful if the sand stormed'. B just bubbled.

VC took one look, doubled back and left his flock to the elements for half an hour while he summoned the courage to return.

By which time even GPS had managed to find the spot.


Next week Peggy shows her devilish side,
666 and grub

1140: The Naming of the few

Absolute stunning conditions weather wise. This was going to be a busy Hash with several of the crew getting their Hash names so there was a lot to think about as you set off after the Hare for trail 1.There were 5 trails set by Mr Comet and Miss Disgrace and being from the school set about teaching us all a lesson in how to run over razor sharp rocks and deep soft sand. Ones glutemous maximus got a good work out that's for sure running in the soft stuff. Where was Bummer, Razamashaz and Glaiket ? They all love the butt exercise. The tracking skills from some of the Hashers were in evidence as the hares left footprints over the soft stuff. Rob the rigger being a bit of a trapper from Canada was first to set off in the general direction for trail 2 but either his sense of direction or the fact that he's never caught anything while out hunting meant that he missed the trail markings by a few hundreds of metres. While we were searching for trail 3 Coach actually found and ran the last 2 trails on his own after discovering trail 4,completely missing trail 3 and then finding trail 5 really quickly. He was looking for the On in when the rest of the crew were on trail 4. Blind as a bat springs to mind as the On in was found by Sideshow and Chelsea Bun where Gump, Coach ,Meths and Pegasus must have ran over it without seeing it. Was it there in the first place? Or did Miss Disgrace have it hidden up her Tee shirt? Mmmmm. One to ponder over. With all the Hashers back in one piece and in the Circle the" first in toast " was made by the two girls and in stereo. Comments were made by Pegasus and she was far too lenient on the Hares. Then we had the Down Downs for 50 runs for Postman Pat and Penelope Pisstup and then the naming of the few. Young Anya was named " Funky", Karen got " Viva in Pink " Marina was nominated to receive something in Spanish Dante Balde which meant something important, but being the Hash her new Hash name is Bald Aunty. Cruel rascals the lot of them. Del Boy was up last for his new moniker and His Missus Lisa lovingly wanted to call him "Big Fellow" and she blushed when we all enquired why. Mind you we couldn't tell if Del was Blushing because of the tan but he had a somewhat proud look about him after his Missus had said that. Ghandi, Gunga Din and Tea boy were all thrown into the circle but it was his lack of direction that got him G.P.S. Apparently Del can get lost going from his Living room sofa to his TV. The Spy was Coach and he bucketed young Hang about and Llana Scott for misbehaving during the speeches. Morangie for the pirate moustache and his little beard, Clouseau for mistreating the creatures of the world, Klipe as a welcome back, Lisa for suggesting " Big Fellow "and to cool her "amour" and Penelope Pisstup for the hell of it. Next weeks Blog will be composed by Rocky as I am off on my Jollies for a couple of weeks. On On.

1139: The Rocky road to Dublin

The numbers were up from the previous week due to the beautiful weather and our Hares for this week were the Morgan & Canton clans. So off we drove past the Sailing club along past the Sheiks palace and along the coast track to the QP picnic site. There were easier ways to get there but the Hares wanted to test all the four by fours and shake us all down to our socks. 3 Trails marked in orange and frugally marked as well. In these days of credit crunches and teaching your kids not to be wasteful there was not a drop of paint left from the one can our hares used. Micro dots of paint to show us the way and they were an eyesight test for our elder hashers.
For the time of year the trails were a good length and once your eyes became accustomed to the markings it was enjoyable watching Jaws leading all the kids down trail 3. (A modern day Pied piper) First in was Postman Pat & comments were made by Dave Baker and secondary ones by Danny Clarke. The spies for the day were one of Dels clan and one of Danny's ( The girls names escape me for the moment ( Ella and Christina ? ) and will no doubt be a bucket in the near future for yours truly ) and the girls buckleted their dads for being dad, Miss Disgrace for pinching juice from the Kids quench,Mr Comet and Gump for just being there, Hangabout coz they think he's cute and Penelope Pisst up because she's a teacher !
The Hashmaster informed the Hash that there is a Ball coming up on the 14th May and that this is a Formal Dance and not a raffle of someones unmentionable. There will be further circulars about it in the forthcoming weeks ahead. On On

1138: Thunderbolts and Lightning Very,very frightening

It was a rainy day in Greendale and only a few mad Hashers gathered for a soaking. Thunder and lightning all around us and we mad souls were set for a live Hash.What some folk will endure for a drink from the Quench's box of amber nectar. Mr Comet explained all about live Hashes to those of us who hadn't done one before ( Mainly the kids) and proceeded to produce the required pieces of paper with things like Hare 1 , Hare 2 etc written on them. The Hashers were then asked to pick one piece of paper each and keep it secret. Some of the kids were brilliant at keeping it a secret except Ben. We all knew he was Hare 3. So we began following one of the youngsters Cara for trail 1 and being a good girl kept the run down to about 1km. The rain started pelting down but did it dampen our enthusiasm? Not a chance. Dave set off on trail 2 after Coach and Penelope Pisst up led the Hashers on a couple of falsies. The On In was Ceeweed and he called it after Coach had summoned the runners with a Ni No shout and a waving of the arms a distance away in the desert.Postman Pat and Fran and a few of the hard of understanding ran towards the man who had to explain the folly of their ways. What the girls uttered was unprintable ! First in was Clouseau who wore sailing shoes and splashed in every puddle on the way back to the cars. Comments were made by Del, and Lo and behold the Spy was the coach. He bucketed Ben and Oscar for unruly behaviour during the comments, Postman Pat for the Non purchasing of Strawberry Cheesecake ice cream from Baskin Robbins and Clouseau for getting the number of the runs wrong again. The rain kept off long enough for Fran to take a few more snaps from Simon's camera and the Hardy lot a few more amber nectars. On On

1137: Ankle Breaker

Gump and myself took the hash to a location which was new to most hashers out by the new hospital. Instead of heading towards Zikreet and back past the hospital we decided to take a more interesting route along the service road parallell to the highway and through the tunnel under it.

Here are some words of wisdom about the run by Coach...

We eventually arrived at the Hash site after negotiating our way parallel to the new road and then through a culvert up into the Jebels beside the new Hospital.
The Hot to trot and Gump combination didn't let us down.Their last Hash for some weeks as the pair of them are learning to Wind surf.Anyway we have come to expect a long run from the pair of them and boy were we not disappointed. The trails were twisty, turny , up and down Jebels and lengthy. The softer option trail in black was followed by our younger Hashers and some of our elder ones. The runners amongst the lot of us actually enjoyed it. Masochists! If the Hospital had been open we would have had one of our Hashers ( Mark ) make a quick call in. He tripped over his own feet on Trail number one and cut his knee. Shame ! His Missus was there to offer some comfort, but being the macho type he just wiped the blood off and got on with it. What a hero.
The On In was found by Coach again, that's 2 weeks on the trot and was hidden in between both trails ,the Black and the Blue. By the time we all got back in there were a few mutters of "shoot the pair of them " for the length of the run and others singing the Hares praises.You just can't win when you're the Hare. Comments were given by Miss Disgrace and she was more than lenient and the Spy was Jaws ( Vengeful sod ) He bucketed Morangie, Gump and Hot to trot just for spite.
With the wind starting to blow and the temp dropping, the winter Jackets came out to warm the girls up and Glen. We were all invited back to Gumps House cooling party, for some more amber nectar, shots of Honey brandy and some chicken. What an end to a good day. On On.

Coach has kindly agreed to do the blogging for the next 5 weeks as I will be away.

New T-Shirts should be arriving during the week so bring some extra cash next Sunday.

On On

HTT

1136: South American Leopard Spotted very close to Arizona Town

Jaws and family assisted by Del, Lisa and extended family set the hash this week in a rarely used location out by Zikreet. Instead of turning right towards the hole in the wall area we went off the beaten track through some soft sand and dry sabka to get to a sandy lunar like lanscape near to Zikreet beach. There was some concern about parking on this soft sand but we did not lose any cars to the desert. We set off to the West around a long well marked first trail. The three false trails were all found and run by various suckers. The two remaining real trails were not as well marked as the first with small dots spaced very far apart. The ON-IN took ages to find as you could only see the cars if you were 8 feet tall.

Coach was first in, probably due to some inside information from a hare or two.

Dave Baker gave some unnecessarily complimentary comments. I was the spy, choosing to bucket Jaws for overtaking, Gump for no reason at all, Dave Baker for asking confusing questions about cars and Rocky for brutal bucketing the other week. Del started to laugh as he had managed to avoid the circle so he had to be dragged into the middle for his share of the slowly poured water.

The kids then ran off and got stuck on top of a Jebel.



ON ON until next week.

HTT

1135: VC asked Glaikit for a Double Entendre and.....

This week's hash was set by the Morgan clan with assistance by Marc, Lara and Jesse Roberts. We started the circle a few yards from the beach on a flat plain out the North gate which security helpfully reminded was right next to a gas pipeline. "BEWARE OF ANIMALS AND PIPELINES" they can sometimes be jumped by a white landcruiser but only those with the anti gravity pack fitted.

There were four trails and a few falsies. Nice sandy ground for following hare footprints. It was a good length across some flat terrain and well marked in green.

First in was Morangie and comments were given by Glaiket. She liked the run, saying that it was a bit hard and a good length. A lot of people found this funny for some reason which I failed to understand. Must be some school joke.

Rocky took the opportunity to bucket everybody this week for overtaking. A good a reason as any I suppose.

There was a lovely sunset as we demolished the last of the leftover Cailidh alcohol supplies.

On On until next week.

HTT

1134: I Spy an unpopular hasher.

Coach and Firecracker set a devious hash which they knew would not require much movement for them on the big day. The first and second trails formed one big loop out and back to the cars then it was the same in the other direction before finding the On-In on top of a pile of rocks next to the cars. Coach just stood by the cars blowing the horn every now and again and doing an impression of Muttley while we all huffed and puffed around the course. First in was Gump the birthday boy who blessed all of the relevant people.

Son of Rock and Sideshow celebrated milestones and were rewarded with a certificate and a down-down along with Gump the birthday boy.

Then it was on to the Del Canton this week's spy. There was a bit of revenge involved as he had been brutally bucketed by his wife Lisa a couple of weeks ago. Most of the male members of the circle were soaked for overtaking. A bit of an unimaginative reason but it worked all the same.

Most of the hash retired to celebrate a bit more at Gump's place where there was more beer and a bit of food.

On On until next week.

HTT

1133: Scotts and the Fran-park-it

The Scott family set the hash near some familiar ground by the hole in the wall. They led us over some pretty soft sand which one smaller 4X4 in particular struggled with.

There was a very good turnout this week with around 40 people in the circle. Hashmaster VC handed the trumpet across to ..... and we all headed off across some soft sand following the blue trail and Bobby the dog who was in a matching jumper. The first trail went from soft sand to rocky ground, ending just a few yards before the second one started. Jaws headed off into the distance as the rest of the pack followed from a distance. The third trail was more of the same, ending near a nice lunar-esque jebel formation. The On-In was written on a piece of cardboard just below a drop and a steep sandy bank which some of the more adventurous hashers quickly strode down. First in was Jaws, cosely followed by Cluseau.

The spy this week was Cluseau and with a theatrical performance unlike any Maths teacher I have met he proceeded to bucket Coach for abuse of power, VC for allowing the abuse of power, Jaws for overtaking and Mark just for the hell of it.

We all participated in the traditional push the 4x4 out of the sand dune competition, leaving Fran free to choose a suitable spot to get stuck again.

The much anticipated camping equipment raffle was drawn, with prizes going to Roger Keen, Dave Fowler and Simon Weight.

Morangie narrowly avoided getting flat feet in the second round of push the 4x4 out of the sand dune and we headed on our way back across the desert to Dukhan.

On On!

HTT

1132: A Good Walk Spoiled

The hare for the week was Ceweed and he set a nice twisty turny hash which confused some of the less spatially aware of us who chose just to straight line the course, following the leaders in roughly the right direction. He chose a location not used for a long time with a nice view of the sea and the golf course.

There was a controversial choice of Spy as she had not been named or bucketed in the past. Lisa Canton picked on myself, her poor husband and Jaws for a mixture of spite and whim.

Rocky was belatedly presented with a framed picture for his 400th run back in June and

Vomit Comet lived up to his name, his trampoline stomach not able to cope with the down down for his 50th run. Myself and Gump managed to keep down the amber nectar though and celebrated our 50th in style.

As the sun set over Saudi on the horizon we all enjoyed a few beers, some nibbles and some good company.

On On!

HTT

1131: 2*(Dave+Paint) = 3*(Trails+Soft Sand)

It was a rare overcast afternoon as we set off from Dukhan Golf Club. Shafts of sunlight were making thier way through the clouds in a lovely pattern. The hares for the week, Dave Baker and our commander in chief Vomit Comet led us across the bridge towards Arab-D then turned off to the left taking us through some powdery sand which significantly reduced visibility and made driving quite interesting.

There was a huge turnout compared to recent weeks as all of the teachers had made it back to Dukhan envigorated by their festive holidays and ready to impart the gift of knowledge to the little people of the town.

Dave grasped the trumpet firmly and led us off into the desert. The first trail was a gruelling ascent up a sandy slope which saw all but the hardiest hashers walking and wheezing up to the top. Then it was off down a rocky slope and along a pipeline for the second trail. The third was a longer twisty turny one over hard packed rocks and a bit of sand. The on-in was found by Morangie on a hillock near the cars. He gave us all a good chance to catch up to him before sprinting back to the cars but none were able to catch the fleet footed Glen.

Alex commented rather uncharitably on the hare's work this week, compaining about the distance and the terrain. Maybe she should be nominated to set one in the near future.

Pegasus put the fear into all of the little children by making them come into the circle for a bucketing before accidentally spilling all of the water on the ground. A narrow escape for the kids but I am sure one of the teachers will have their revenge soon.

The hashmaster then got around the most important issue of the day, Methusela's 800th run. The Octocentarian accepted his photographic momento and gave us all a rousing speech on the merits of hashing. Everybody enjoyed refreshments and nibbles provided for the occasion. The rain put in a timely appearance just as the last hashers were leaving the site.

See you next week for a Ceweed special hash.

On On!

Hot To Trot.

1130: Happy New Year, Hashers!!!

Comment from Guest Blogger Gump

Well 2009 got off to a flyer with a run set by Hang About and his Mam (Marine). Both of them, ably supervised by Bubbly.

The weather, unfortunately, was not as brilliant as the run itself. There was a cold wind blowing through the circle as we gathered for the 1st run of the new year and brass monkeys could been seen, apparently looking for body appendages, in the nearby gebbils!!!!

"3 trails, all in red and no falsies" and we were off!!! Terrain was mixed. Some soft, some hard. Course was well marked. And Hang About was more than able on the bugle!!!

Bubbly made one of those rare appearances on the course that would normally have alerted us to the fact that she was up to something. But this time she wasn't!!! Everyone thought she had the On In down her pants but she didn't. We were just too blind to see it, especially Dr Justice!!!! Who apparently was on top of it but still failed to see it - too much yuletide refreshment still coursing through his body??!!!!

So to the after-run circle.

Young Oscar was First In (has there been a younger one?? - answers on a postcard please, old Hashers!!!!) and made the toast admirably.

Talking of Old Hashers ..... it was announced that Methusula is fast approaching his 800th run, an ambition he's had since his 5th birthday, apparently!!! No one knows for sure if it's next week or the week after, so come to both runs, just in case you miss out on the party!!!!

So on to the Spy!!!

C Weed had forgotten to remember that he had been nominated by Coach (acting Hash Master). So, Coach tried to influence the chemically-abused C Weed in to bucketing both the returning Hash Master and Hash Cash. For his troubles, Coach did manage to persuade C Weed to bucket Vomit Comet but in doing so got the bucket himself!!! The other bucketees were young Rock, receiving an early 9th birthday present, and Pestasaurus, just for the sheer hell of it!!!!

There ended the formalities and the cue for everyone to don hats, scarves, warm tops and gloves to keep out the chilly wind while we enjoyed the delights of the Hash Quench's box!!

When we could stand the cold no longer we all headed home. Some of us to officially count the number of runs Methusula has actually done, the rest of us to continue enjoying the company of Mr Tiger!!! While with Mr Tiger, we tried to count Methusula's runs but ran out of fingers and toes at 140 (that included 20 of Magnus's!!!). Hopefully, the others had more success ....... !!!!

On On.

Gump