Est 1983 - ON PRES: Robin Low
17th February 2002
|Susanna ‘Miss Perfect’ Curwen & Paul ‘Mussolini’ Mortimer
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A cold and foggy day greeted our brave band of hashers meeting at Chilgrove. After parking in the mud the pack gathered to hear the wise words of the JM’s and to marvel at a few facts such as (a) Trevor actually found us in time to run (b) new hasher Caroline had come back for more and (c) that Whispers had taken the hashit home after being awarded it previously only to find that his mother who is not a hasher had thrown away in the rubbish the old wooden toilet seat she found laying about!!! This does beg the question ‘What does James usually bring home after a nights bingeing?’ Traffic Cones, Road Signs etc.....
Sinbad was requesting a list of participants for the French Hash (which is in FRANCE....duhh...)
So over to the Hares (Mussolini standing in for 3 Star Louise who was racing(?) elsewhere) who proudly announced that it was flat and dry etc., that Linda had killed a rabbit whilst laying the trail (Linda the dog, not Linda the hasher who always bears her legs whatever the weather!) and that as it was near to valentines day there would be the opportunity for prizes! Yippee!
Old Faithful was still skiving with Rasta lending a helping hand so without any further excuses we were off.
It all began badly with a huge hill which was the taste of things to come.
Spiderman trotting merrily up the hill in his bright yellow jacket which he wears in case of getting lost, to enable us to find him (as if we would look!). Linda (the dog, not....) also had a nice new jacket but hers looked better!!!
The keen newcomer was bounding along at the front (bad taste, don’t you think?) and even Hash Flash ventured across a muddy field in the pursuit of pressies.
The hill did finally have a top and then it was down the other side to get lost in the woods until a crafty check led us - guess where ? - up of course!
Invisible as per usual was showing the rest of us up by leading the way as Whispers crept off to make use of the toilet roll that he had to carry in lieu of the hashit. We started to wander off the track and across country at the risk of breaking legs and ankles, but did the Hares care? Not a jot!
At one point Miss Perfect was there asking if we had been present 2 weeks ago.
A grin reminiscent of a Cheshire Cat spread across her face - the reason was apparently that we had been here 2 weeks ago but had come upon the part of the wood from a different angle.
Still the day was not all doom and gloom as hashers were collecting little tags which they knew could be exchanged for prizes.
The day would not have been complete without Splasher and Pancsi enjoying a ‘playtime’ in the mud and puddles and true to form they did have their fun.
So after trundling up hill and down dale we began to realise that we were heading for home.
This was too much for some and in a fit of hysteria they were seen running hard for home!
So back to the car park where tickets were exchanged for pressies and then our welcome visitor gave out mementoes from another hash - very civil of him.
The apres hash took place at the White Horse but frankly they are a bit above hoi poloi like hashers, and can we blame them? On On