|Run 526||28th March 2004||Hash Flash and The Panda - the British Summer Time Run||Portsmouth (Old) - The Camber ||SZ630994|| || || ||
An in town run filled us with trepidation. How can you lay flour in the trees when there are no trees? All was to be revealed.
En route to the venue we passed the Tricorn Centre, claimed to be the most ugly building in England. Demolition work had started on Thursday and The Eskimo seemed surprised that it was still standing. "Give them a chance" I said "How long did you expect it to take?"
"I thought that they would just blow it up like a skyscraper" she replied. Most of Portsmouth with it I thought....... Now on second thoughts that may not be a bad idea....
So in this frame of mind the pack met in a quiet car park and heard apologies form the JM as Bambi was unwell and then over to the hares who claimed that for once it really was flat and dry.
We were sent in the right direction and scurried though the streets following little pink arrows on the ground (well that sorted the flour problems out). A check and then another and we found ourselves running along the beach. Back up to the sea front walk and there was an opportunity for a photo call. This is also known in hashing circles as a ‘rest’. There are those who find it hard to distinguish from hashers running and resting but no matter.
Back into the town again following arrows. Plenty of arrows but no sign of any Indians although The Can Man managed to find a native American who bellowed ‘On On’ at him and joined us for another group photo. Many of the male members of the pack began to wonder how a man over 50 years of age (well over) manages to pull ‘Transatlantic Totty’ during a run! Just jealous I suppose.
We gathered at sign that informed us that John Felton lived here. Apparently he killed the Duke of Buckingham. No more information just that. We are thinking of getting T shirts made us saying ‘Felton is innocent CHI H3 says so’ to embarrass Portsmouth City Council to give us more info on their plaques. So after another ‘rest’ we set off again following the arrows once more. We twisted and turned with The Dustman in fine form at the front until we came past a public house called The Honest Politician. This caused great confusion and a scratching of heads as to who this could be but in the end agreed that it was something to be wished for and not an actual person (although the name of Hamilton did circulate amongst the pack).
So the pack finally began to head towards the chariots guided by the smell of the fish market, well we hope it was the fish market (don’t you just love Portsmouth). A few twists and one more turn and the car park was is sight with hashers shortcutting their way in.
The JM called the pack to order and thanked the hares for an interesting run and then warded the hashit to Whispers for lack of effort during the run. it was claimed that as a good runner he should have been at the front of the pack running hard and not chatting up pretty Romanian girls with new haircuts en route. For some reason he thought differently and accepted his punishment on his knees. The pack then retired to the pub across from the car park as it was felt that by actually coming out and being able to see their cars they would not get lost.