Est 1983 - ON PRES: Robin Low
|Run 623||23 December 2007||Bambi||Selhurst Park West ||SU927118|| || || ||
The pack came for their annual pre-xmas trail with no fear of rain or hail as the weather looked
bright and sunny if a little chilly.
Dr. Blood was as usual working out where he was with his satellite navigation guidance and
missile defence system. This is of course nonsense as any good hasher always knows where
they are - right here and a little way from the puo!
The JM's called us together and then handed over to the hares who said it was flat, dry and not
very muddy. So being the trusting souls we are, we set off in the right direction (well some of us)
with Xmas hats (I think the collective term for a group of Xmas hats must be a jingle) and bells
bobbing along in a line until the first swamp (sorry check).
There was some delay here as the hares had explained a very confusing system of collecting
Xmas cards which could be redeemed for good'1'??
At each check there would be extra dots, or not and then at the falsie there would be three dots,
or four; and then there would be a card, or not.... At this point my brain itched and I and the rest
of the pack lost the plot.
So with the pack leaving Hash Flash grubbing in the undergrowth for goody cards, the next
check was soon found and then the trail began to go down, down, down.
This caused a fair amount of dismay as it only means that later the pack must come up, up and
up. Still the mud was not too bad her, only three or four feet thick.
The trail seemed to go in an anti clockwise direction with the pack remaining roughly together.
As usual whilst some of the pack got covered in mud (especially those on a bike, and especially
those who had mud thrown at them by Miss Perfect) The Panda finished the trail with not a spot!
A very long downhill stretch with The Gnu hurtling downward led us back to a check which gave
a few trails all of which led up and the pack began to trudge ever upward to the next check.
At this point some of the pack began to head homeward but most hardy individuals charged on.
Another loop and then the feint whiff of mince pies began to waft through the forest and the
charge was on to get to the chariots.
The entire pack tumbled into the car park within seconds of each other and quickly threw on
warmer clothing in order to tuck into the feast that was laid out before them.
Stilton cheese, mince pies, beer and wine were attacked with gusto.
After initial greed had been satisfied the JMs (one of whom actually had a hash T shirt on this
time albeit under her jumper) began to read out the nominations.
Miss Perfect managed to avoid the hashit for her crime of abusing a fellow hasher with mud and
it was awarded to David 'Hairbrush' Barclay for a gross insult to the Chi pack. Namely, of not
running but turning up at the car park in time to consume pre-xmas hash goodies!
After this the cards were redeemed for goodies and the feast continued.
A really good run laid on at short notice - well done those hares.
On On Humble Scribe