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832	2016-01-03	Old Faithful and Bambi. Hangover Hash - bring raffle prize & money	Chichester, Castle Stross, The Avenue	SU860068

Circumstances beyond my control, that is the weather, returned my notepad to the wood pulp from which it had been formed. Consequently I write this account from memory, which in turn implies that any relationship to actual events is purely accidental.

My teeth were already chattering amongst themselves as the Hangover Hashers assembled in the lee of the ramparts to Castle Stross. Canman had brought along two guestettes by the names of Gloria and Anna who looked on, mystified by the proceedings.

There was some histrionics from Thumper before a brief assurance from the Hares that the Hash would be dry and flat with none of those fancy things like regroups or fish hooks.

Then we set off, some clothed in layers of wrapping and others making no attempt to stave off the inevitable drenching that would come to all by the end.

The expert hares had laid flour in quantity and in the drier places, so it did not take long for the pack to work out that we were heading west to Brandy Hole for the usual run around the plethora of woody paths that lie therein.

Spiderman discovered a bunch of flowers near a falsie and in all innocence (I assume) picked it up and attempted to present it to Spiderwoman, who realised it's significance, probably a memorial bunch. Don't worry, he did return it.

We moved into the western part of the copse with Bogeyman being a bit bionic but finding only falsies as usual. Next we emerged from the mud on to the road northwest past West Broyle House and up West Stoke Road. The FP to Little Oldwick House starts in a slurry pit, we know this because that is the way we went, Oh the nasal nuances of a mixture of cow and horse shit, almost masking the stench of Hashers.

A fish hook here caught five, Bogeyman, Pancsi, Snake Charmer, Dag, I think.

Heading east now, into the wind, and the cold rain stinging the cheeks as we headed back towards Centurian Way. Unbelievably a second fish hook caught four of the same bunch again along a path that a sign declared as now being unsafe for horse riders.

After an impromptu regroup during which Kinky lead us in a chorus of "Singing In The Rain", we continued east to Lavant Road, from where some wimps threw in the towel, heading south and in.

Those still relishing the conditions found the trail through the soccer pitch and down to Lavant Village hall, where a washed out falsie delayed the inevitable rush home south through Raughmere Farm, to reach the On-In after one hour and sixteen minutes of indescribable Hashing that did not involve wading the Lavant.

After performing a Houdini act to get out of wet clingy clothes within the confines of a motor vehicle, thank God the windows misted up, we luxuriated in the warmth of Castle Stross and the newly completed Conservatory.

Here we feasted from a table of goodies interrupted by the Circle where we thanked Dr Blood and Pink Flamingo for hosting the Hash, the Hares of course, then mentioned that; Canman, Gloria and Anna had gone shopping instead of Hashing!, Spiderman had picked up the flowers, Splasher had not carried the Hash-It and Bika had left it in the firewood next to the blazing fire. After rescuing it, it was presented to Spiderman.

The "Hasher Of The Year" award went to Old Faithful.

Next a sort of AGM was held where various changes of role were announced, including the new JMs, Old Faithful and Bambi, you can see the other changes in the contacts.

The never ending raffle then took place, not helped by those that can't read the numbers on their tickets, you know who you are.

Thank you ! to everyone that made the day special.

On On! Bambi.