| Run 421: | 26 March 2000: East Chichester |
| Hares: | Michael Brown and Robin Low |
The weather was fine and as well as bringing out a moderate number of hashers it also brought out a moderate number of flies, presumably from the nearby amenity tip. There wasn't much blathering before the off, just the usual form about watching out for traffic etc, which was just as well because the flies were getting nasty. Perhaps the sight of the Hashit was attracting them ?. From the off we went west and along to the first check which was right slap bang in the centre of the roundabout in front of the Chi Resort Hotel. It was quite a lot of fun playing "Chicken" with the cars that were going round, but eventualy that had to stop because someone found the on-on and we had to leave. The next stop was in the middle of the no-mans land behind the crematorium, ok here it comes, we were almost at the Dead Centre of Chichester. Next it was along a dry stream bed down to the still flowing Mighty Lavant, where there was no attempt to force us to ford, and no one jumped in for fun, in fact no one got even the slightest bit damp, we wern't even sweating/perspiring/gently-glowing (delete as appropriate) yet !. Over the busy road of Sainsbury bound shoppers and we found a series of quick checks that took us in a loop round the Church Road Cemetary. Sort of like, left, dead ahead, right, dead ahead, right again and dead straight. Eventualy we all got lost in St James Square due to a serious lack of any sawdust stuff. Some was eventualy found on Oving Road by the video shop and heading West then North up Green Lane back toward the Lavant. A long falsie sans any marking along Bridge Road reversed the order of the pack and had the hares pointing at each other for responsibility. It was somewhere in this area that Phil decided that chatting to a "Local" was more attractive than continuing with the run. A few easy checks brought us back to the no-mans land where some re-marking had been carried out leaving us wandering round behind Westhampnett Mill. Only by running right round the boundary were we able to pick up the trail and emerge again at the roundabout of first check fame. From here the on-in was obvious and a quick sprint brought us back to the Flies.
Ceremonials were in the bar at the Chinese noshary just up the road where the Chinese New Year decorations were still up, something, something Fat Choy. Nominations were scarce, and included the hares for lack of falsie marks. The main prize went to Phil for dereliction of duty, and shows us we are all equal in the eyes of the drunk.
ON-ON Jan H