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
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