| Run 517 7th December 2003 |
The Mikulas Run - Hash Flash and Amanda the Panda
Petersfield Town Square Click for a map Click for a detailed map |
The pack had been told to assemble at Petersfield Town Square but as we approached, the square was full of people attneding a Xmas market - in December! It appears that the organisers of the fair had been looking at other things on the internet and not hash notes and therefore allowed this event to clash with our run. However, undaunted, Hash Flash made other arrangements and The Panda stood by to direct hashers to the new OFF in the Waitrose car park, which incidentally was free. We assembled to hear the usual lies and welcome back Shades all the way from Der Fatherland, Hairbrush (sick leave), Mikki from Romania and the Logo Slave (still wearing her non hash logo style top) bringing along her boyfriend Simon (who happens to be another Doc - Baby Doc? Perhaps not.)
After a short waffle from the hares we were off through the shopping centre to the amazement of the Xmas crowd and down the road to the first check which crossed us down the road opposite. Bambi had by now gone the wrong way which seemed to be the way of things for the rest of the day. At the botom of the road we came to a large pond , It didt matter which way you ran around it as the trail joined up on the other side - circular ponds tend to do that.
Across a golf course and into a housing estate, the hares made good use of a back alley and little unknown paths. Ive said it before and I will say it again - Where do they find these little byeways? A night job as breaking and entering experts, peeping toms, or just dubious lovers aleyways. Who knows but on this occasion Hash Flash and The Panda used them to their full advantage. The problem with housing estates is that they all look the same and after a while hashers with small brains could lose their bearings (well it was cold).
We crossed the college grounds down a road the map tells me is called Love Lane (see earlier comment above) until we went under a train bridge and I happened upon a hare relaying the trail in flour. Should I scurry forth and catch up? Not really as it was pointed out that it was a giant loop and they would be back shortly.
True enough along they came and the pack began to retrace its steps back toward the car park.
It ws not long before we were on familair ground and back where we had started.
The JMs gathered the pack around and began to award nominations for the hashit. Apparently Linda Dogwhistle was nominated for something to do with lack of underwear but as this hash note goes onto the web and there may be children reading, Ill gloss over that.
The final winner of our fine trophy was the Doc who was awarded it because he claims that he is too slow to keep up but in fact goes off for secret training runs whilst we are out, at speeds which exceed the speed of one of our JMs. This is of course against European Hashing directive 174.71 part 2 amended version; and so of course tha pack replied that he was indeed guilty when asked.
The White Lion had responsibility for hosting the apres hash and we gathered in an unusually quiet pub, perhaps due to the Xmas shopping. Oh well one more to go and then into 2004. Where did 2003 go? Or the last 20 years come to that. On On!
Humble Scribe