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874	2017-07-16 11:00	Pancsi, Splasher, Snake Charmer & Dag with the IOW hash!!	East Dean Village	SU904130

It's like this, Splasher seems to have started a game of ping pong with IOW Hash, he invites them, they invite us, etc... This year the pong was on our side of the table.

Not only the islanders but also a contingent from Haslemere and some of our own, all lured by the promise of free grub.

There were quite a few dogs milling about, the whining of Aragorn interfered with the usual enthralling history lesson from Hairbrush, something about Hitler visiting Japan to let off an atomic bomb before getting help from a sea-lion to invade England with the help of the Scottish.

The hares seemed as disorganised as a Brexit negotiation team as they attempted to explain our markings to the visitors, after all did we vote for a hard fish hook?.

We set off north, up the hill behind the hall leaving The Ref to trip over a black Labrador, doing his back no good, his front already being a ruin.

Beerpump, who had cycled over on his faithful Dawes, was most of the way up the hill first, probably still high on adrenaline, until he took a falsie, which saved him from a fish hook at the top that caught the next eleven hashers.

North west then, into Wood Lea and the path blocked by a fallen Beech, which made a convenient rostrum for Bika's attempt to bring us nearer to God by leading us in choruses of Climb Up Sunshine Mountain, well it was Sunday.

I won't bore you with a detailed route description, basically a clockwise loop through Forest Hanger and East Dean Wood, with such a large pack there were few delays. Coming back via Pond Barn, Canman managed a forward roll with double twist, and there was much muttering about a Hare Arrow that lead directly to a Falsie. We reached the On-In through the churchyard after one hour and twenty eight minutes of sociable hashing.

Loading Bay and Bika administered the Down-Downs, with interruptions from Splasher who was dispensing hot pasties.

The hares did a left handed chug in solidarity with Dag who still had her right arm strapped to prevent her from punching muppets when she has had a few.

Loading Bay treated us to a few odes, one of which centred on the sinfulness of self abuse, raising nervous muffled titters from the Chichester hashers who are not used to such frankness.

Meanwhile, in the hot hall kitchen Snake Charmer and her mum (Jan) were heating the lovely pasties in batches and making sure that they were done to perfection, later they came over to me to see if I had a soggy bottom.

Circle over, we retired into the hall, to see tables covered in loaded baps, yes!, more to eat, and got down to the serious business of a raffle, the prizes being augmented with a pile of surplus baps, you just can't have too many baps to hand.

It was not all over, Thatcher's Gold and Pimms had robbed me of the sense to say NO as Splasher, the chairman and only member of the Inter-Hash Games committee, set about holding a run around the garden fork relay race.

The home team was doing well until Kinky could not find the chair at the far end and then Hash Angel set off without having a wee drink. Although Chichester finished first, it transpired that we had a smaller team, so the ensuing stewards' enquiry gave the bottle of bubbly to IOW.

Now it was all over.

I don't mean to offend if, through incompetence, I leave you out, or include you, with a big thanks, in no particular order to, Splasher, Snake Charmer, Two Ferrets, Jan, Dag, Hairbrush, Pancsi and uncle Tom Cobley.

On On ! Bambi. Bambi.

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