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.