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#1737 Monday April 9th at
The Wild Goose Combeinteignhead.
Hare:
Shit-Faced Scribe SMEllie
Thirty five hashers true
gathered for a ‘Wild Goose’ chase in the
hills of Combeinteignhead.
Though the weather was
mizzling, spirits were high in the circle. Winfields attempts to lure
the Luddites of the hash to visit Facebook resulted in his (not new)
shoes being christened in flour.
Poor Sat Navs request for
hash cash resulted in threats of a pounding in the pub!
The hare Shitfaced informed
us that he had lost his beer mats …again?! And there was a prize in
the pub for the return of a special one.
To the sound of the horn off
we set, the hill in the first instance not so welcome.
We left the village and
headed into the countryside with the sun setting, it was a beautiful
sight. Bluebirds shouts of ‘you don’t need a head torch you
fools’ were a tad premature. I fully intend to don my beer light
until at least mid May!
At the beer stop there was a
feast of scrumpy and fizzy bears- what not to like?
On the approach to
Coombe Cellars I was genuinely so blown away by how stunning it
looked I thought I was lost and actually didn’t care. Thankfully as
I drifted through the car park having really lost the plot Manopause
had a deja-vu and waited for me. What a gent! and on a hash.
Back in the pub… I sat with
Able Seman by the fire and dreamed of rocking chairs. Oh heck!
Little Toryn informed me he
only has a ‘normal’ name and spelt it for me. Bless!
RA – Teapot thanked the pub
for the beer.. Yay!
Down Downs....
Shitfaced was Pillock for the
trail markings and Wigwam to shouts of Moose awarded Tom (a virgin) a
down down for knowing the way when he didn’t. This was followed by
a quick turn of Mrs Murphy much to Manpig's delight.
Ony Here for Beer received
his 50 "runs?" badge
SMEllie had a down down for
her half century. Question… Is it just me who is now totally
incapable of singing all the right notes in the right places at
birthday parties?
Now what happened to
Shitfaced beermats you may ask? Are these metaphoric marbles that
barstewards lose as they age? I’m genuinely worried now. Mmm fear
not , who found them and won a Down Down beer?… Shitfaced sister
Laura. Is this nepotism we ask?
Thanks to the hash for a
memorable significant birthday.
Well done Shit-Faced for a
great evening!
On On to
next week at the TallyHo
in Littlehempston Hare:
Only Here for the Beer