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8842017-12-03 11:00Pancsi & helper? - Christmas Lunch - get well soon Hairbrush!Hunston - Chichester Golf Centre SU856003

On a cold and grey Hunston morning another group of hashers parked their cars at the golf club, and a hash was born (apologies to Elvis).

How Canman managed to get lost after turning off the main road is a mystery, he was just in time to be surprised, just like the rest, by the welcome appearance of Hairbrush. Either the NHS has done a superb job, or Haibrush has the constitution of an ox, or where there is no sense there is no feeling, I will let you make up your own mind.

Our average age was reduced somewhat by the appearance of a batch of youngsters, Aime, Jones, and Leighton who is growing up apace, I blame Godiva, she keeps feeding him.

Two Ferrets Fighting and Pancsi (kindly standing in for Hairbrush) tried to introduce us to the trail, but could not avoid the temptation to issue a brace of innuendos which featured the use of the word "balls", this being a golf course, like, take care to avoid men hitting their little white balls with a club and shouting FWORE! etc.

We streamed out of the car park, with some wasting time looking towards Brimfast Cottage (where we went last time) while Flash and the rest found the true trail heading west to Craig's Creek Here we milled about for a while with Splasher trying to avoid the creek, some finding the falsie towards Fisher Farm and Prancer nearly picking up what appeared to be a lost ball.

Now we had quite a long slog north over to Church Farm and past St Leodegar's, which Canman reliably informs me is pronounced as "Saint Ledger's".

Soon we reached the main road at The Spotted Cow with Bika in front, drawn in this direction by the scent of beer. Nearly everyone assumed that the only way to go from here was via the FP east to Hunston Copse, but NO, we did get to the copse but via the Post Office and Southover Way. Here, unseen by our JM, Bika interrogated a dog walker and thus armed with intelligence shot off on the path east on the southern edge of the copse. Much good it did him, as he soon reached a fish hook which also caught Old Faithful, The Ref, and Kinky who celebrated by giving us a few horny hoots.

We headed south now and had an impromptu regroup before arriving back at the check near Church Farm where you did not have to be a brain surgeon to figure out the way to go. The next re-laid check however was a bit more of a gamble with Bambi hitting pay dirt by taking the path southeast towards Fisher Common and away from the clubhouse. The front runners were enjoying this long stretch of nice flat path when it was all spoiled by another fish hook that caught Bambi, Old Faithful and The Ref.

We reached the tee junction at the nursery with Prancer in front, his pace increasing as he was gagging for a vape and had left his tackle at the club.

There was no surprise as we turned southwest here and headed past the lone solar panel to reach one last fish hook that caught Prancer, Flash, Kinky, Old Faithful and Bambi.

The On-In mark appeared just over the stile back at Craig's Creek which prompted a race to the chariots by Snake Charmer, The Ref and Jones. I will leave you guessing.

Most of us arrived back after one hour and ten minutes of convivial hashing. At the circle Snake Charmer's new shoes were overlooked, instead we picked on Panda and Canman for some reason or other and then gave the Hash-it to Popeye for disrespectful comments to our JM. Hairbrush then handed out our own personal menus for lunch and announced that the clubs changing rooms were at our disposal, soap, water, washing behind ears, no no no, we are Hashers.

Then the main event, lunch, after a little aperitevo in the bar we decamped to the dining room, sat down and suddenly Kinky thrust his cracker into my hand and said "give it a tug", an offer you can't refuse. Soon we were all wearing paper hats reading out our corny jokes and consuming the grub which was excellent, and quickly delivered, piping hot, the waistline damaging deep fried parsnips proving irresistible.

Unprompted, Prancer got to his feet, thanked Hairbrush and for some reason proposed a toast to "The Queen", there was a muttering of "The Queen" but no one stood up, I think we were too full.

Then Spiderman stood up and thanked Pancsi for doing all the things that Hairbrush couldn't do from his hospital bed.

Just as we thought it must all be over, Snake Charmer stood up and thanked everyone for everything and invited us all to her wedding knees-up.

Not to be left out, thank you Carol, Two Ferrets Fighting, Pancsi and Hairbrush for a grand experience.

On – On ! Bambi.

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