Hares Wet Johnny & Manopause .... Scribe SMELLIE
Record numbers gathered for the AGPU at the Wellington Inn Ipplepen. Can’t believe it was only last month that me and Georgie were literally skating on black ice to reach the circle up at this very spot. Fallen Woman told me a moving story and Arfanar said a little ‘hello’ to the circle. There were 42 hashers, 6 puppies and not a beer light in sight. No virgins were reported and we were advised to be prompt as everyone wanted to get back in time for nosh. Apart from a quick question about the London marathon, and Doris’s first request of the evening for a Hare for 18th June the proceeding were swift and we were off.
On the longs I made some observations which amused me. Piddler was Stung Down Under (not by the Harriet who is holidaying in Lanzerote) but somehow managed to get a bramble up his shorts while straddling a wall. I then encountered him and Fukawe engaging in a knobbly knee contest and discussing the merits of supports. I smugly over took them as an FRB (Front Running Beyatch) until the hill overwhelmed me. Oh well!
I had a nice chat with Half Nelson who continued the down under theme with talk of her and Mavis going to New Zealand. Manpig checked my pearls were still intact (of course!) A very pleasant trail and no rain. Yay!
Back at the Wellington all were safely gathered in and the business of the evening ensued. The scrum for the buffet surpassed even hashing standards lasting a record 3 seconds in time lapse time according to Blusbird. That’s 6 minutes in real time and my portion was well… treat sized. Note to self - Hashers don’t stand on ceremony! Join the scrum/ scum early!
On to the Down Downs - led by Teapot who thanked the pub for the beer and food and I thanked them for the loan of a pen and note book too. DD awarded to Wet Johnny (Hare) by Archangel as he said there was too much road on the trail. Soapy subsequently awarded Archangel a DD for moaning!
Teapots earlier shenanigans were not unnoticed by Able Seaman. It was reported he came proper or was that a cropper? when she bent down to do her shoe laces up. He apparently tripped and had to steady himself on the wall. Oh dear!
There was also some birthday confusion as Beefy was declared to be 50? Again? Ah no 50 run! One birthday a year is quite enough for any of us.
Well done the Hares for a great well timed trail!
SMEllie
