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.