Est 1983 - ON PRES: Robin Low
Run 466 - 23rd December 2001 - Stanstead Forest - Graham (Old Faithful) & Pru (Rasta) Dowdell
Well winter had finally arrived when our eager band of hashers turned up for the pre-Xmas joggle.
Due to my wife forgetting to organise my clothing properly I had come along without any running shoes but in a flash Peter Maisey kicked off his size eight and a half shoes and offered them to me as he groped around looking for his others. Not to be outdone Hash Flash produced a size of seven and a half trainers which came a lot closer to my size six and a half / seven.
To top it off he then produced a variety of Xmas hats with bells and fur to make the run even more festive.
So the masters threw their weight around as usual whilst the pack were getting ugly as it was so cold ( mind you they’re pretty ugly even when its not cold).
Handing over to the hares we gleaned the information that it was not wet and were sent off across the road with Sinbad bouncing along with gusto in the front. The first falsie was cleverly done and the pack was soon running around chasing their tails as per usual.
The hard ground made fast running difficult (at least that’s my excuse) but gave the pack a chance to chat about the coming festivities. Louise was obviously lost for words so she just trotted along listening to Becky.
The Can Man had done his bit for international relations by inviting Henry from China to the hash. It seems a long way to come for a hash but our pack obviously have a reputation. It was pointed out to me during the run that Henry ran along with a mobile ‘phone clipped to his belt but as it did not go off during the run there was no chance to offer him the Hashit for this breach of Hash manners.
We came to one particularly neat and nasty check where the pack all started off down the trail only to find the others coming back and by now only Hash Flash and the Panda seemed to have the right trail.
So we continued as check after check fell to our skills until we came to a road and were treated to the sight of a large deer bounding along and obviously wishing to join in.
The trail then veered off into the wood and at one clever fork, Shades assisted by somebody, decided that the obvious trail was too obvious and set off with determination into the distance only to find that hashers are not very bright and the obvious trail was in fact the true trail.
We came upon a small fairy grotto in the woods complete with seat and two of the hashers popped in for a Xmas hug. The pictures are on the website but their faces are hidden. The more explicit pictures are available on the XXX video ‘Chichester Hashers and the Grotto of Love’.
So after this little interlude the pack was in full cry and heading for the chariots. We were keen to get back, as during the run little numbers had been collected and when you redeemed these they turned into booze, choc, etc.
So the pack returned to get their prizes and award the Hashit to Alan ‘Hash Flash@ for (a) lending your Humble Scribe shoes that were too big and slowing him down and (b) for being a goody two shoes thereby bringing disrepute on the pack. So a fine run in crisp conditions. On On.