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RunDateHare(s)DescriptionMapRef1:500001:250001:10000 Aerial
Run 6229 December 2007Mussolini & Miss Perfect?Eartham Woods SU938106

The pack came into Eartham Wood casting furtive glances into the sky expecting another downpour but the expected deluge did not come.
The hares were nowhere to be seen and then Miss Perfect came along and said that Mussolini had contacted her earlier and decided to do a ‘live’ hare run and all the pack needed to do was follow him. He had set off sometime earlier.

So the JMs gathered the pack together; with Godiva AGAIN out of uniform, this week’s excuse being that she had been to a party. This did not wash as most hashers consider life one long party (with occasional work breaks). Then pack was handed over to Miss Perfect who was to set the pack on Mussolini’s trail.
Unfortunately this proved to be a problem as he had omitted to tell her where had gone.
Perhaps he went straight to the pub? Should we check that?
But no after much searching of souls and trails the flour was found and the pack set off with gusto (gusto is like Bisto but with more enthusiasm). After a short while a check was found and then shortly after another. Do you get checks on a ‘live’ trail?

So a few more checks on and up a muddy hill until the pack got lost and confused. No really, not just lost and confused like they usually are but really confused.
This way, that way but no trail. Some bright hasher (yes, there may be one or two) decided it could be a back check and ‘Lo and behold’ we came upon Mussolini, flour in hand, grinning like a Cheshire cat and directing your Humble Scribe down the wrong trail.
Apparently as he set off he had a change of heart and decided to make it a normal trail after all.

So with his assistance the trail was found and the pack set off again leading ever further away from the chariots. The course in general followed a clockwise direction if you allow for the fact that the clock was probably wrong and running backwards.
The pack was kept together partly by clever checks, partly by muddy terrain but mostly by big hills. Now and again the trail seemed to follow the course of the Wednesday evening runs but just when you thought you knew where you were they deviated.
However we began to pick up the feint whiff of chariot in the air and looking up at the sun realised that we were in fact heading toward the car park. (For those who are unsure, if you look at the sun you can judge exactly where you are - about 93 million miles away).
The pack headed directly for the tried and tested way in but as usual a few kinks were added to make things a bit more interesting (put your own joke about kinks in here).

So eventually the pack splashed in and after changing decided that as there was nobody to lay next time’s run it would have to be cancelled.
At this point gallant Bambi stepped and said “I’ll do it!” Well done that hasher.

So it was agreed that we would turn up next time at selhurst with our Xmas hats ready for the Xmas run. Well done hares for a wet and entertaining run.
Humble Scribe.

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