Run #1778 Monday January 21st from the Wild Goose, Combeinteignhead with Shitfaced.
A home territory fixture for me and a return to the snug and welcoming Wild Goose Inn after a 41 week break.
It was cramped in the turret of Bobby Woll's* Panzer as we approached the Wild Goose car park. A quick look over the wall told us that it was full and Bobby snapped to his crew 'Everybody out! I'll park the tank down the hill.' Out the Wiggster and I tumbled but not before a rapidly forming snarl-up at the entrance as chariots frantically tried to gain access. The Rottenführer ** had struck again..
It was dark in the car park and hashers were difficult to make out but a few surprises were in store. Old mucker Fukarwi was there and Forrest with Dave the virgin could be seen along with the Ipplepenners. The Parkies arrived and thirty one was the roll call as listed below I think:
Wet Johnny, Erection, Roxanne, Alicia, Fukarwi, Manpig, Bobby, Wigwam, Piltdown, Georgy P, SatNav, #69, SM Ellie, Shitfaced, I Poo'd, T Humper, Fag Ash Lil, Only Here, Grinder, Deep Throat, Poacher, Melon Picker, Soapy, Forrest, two virgins, Twin Buffers (late arrival), Teapot, Doris, Able Semen (correct pub this time), Slip on Me and a special pub guest appearance by Wetfart.
Two virgins were summoned by Piltdown. Ena who had seen us last week at the Dartmouth Inn and Dave, a buddy brought along by Forrest. Initiation by flour was duly anointed by Teapot and then Hare Shitfaced informed the assembly of the night's game plan. I must admit to not really listening to the details as Shirley I couldn't get lost round here..
And then we were mercifully released from the morbid confines of the dungeon car park down the hill and thence to regions so well-known.
The first L/S split was at the junction a hundred yards away and a sorrowful parting of the hardened longs from the much wiser 'let's be careful out there' shorts.
Down the Shaldon road the longs did career and the FRBs Shirley meant business Bertie. Less than half a mile gone and they were strung out from Here to Eternity. Poacher & Cider pursued by Deep Throat with a gasping 'I can't breathe' Wet Johnny and battling Bird already losing contact.
Unsurprisingly, we descended to Combe Cellars and out into the fields towards Netherton House. The nasty surprise was the slippery footing as we climbed from the river. Grinder and Fukarwi (later dope tested for enhanced performance the rotter) flew past and Wet Johnny was struggling with his breathing even more.
It really was my kind of trail with mostly road but it was not to be this evening, oh sweet brethren, as I brewed up with the inconvenience of horned hat, heavyweight combat tunic and holding horn and cam. Oh well, win some lose most...
Up onto Ridge Road and the shorts were encountered once more. Having an enjoyable little excursion were T Humper and Spud with I Poo'd and Fag 'Hash' (sic) Lil. A little farther up the unrelenting climb were Ipplepenners Roxanne and Erection but lads, how did SatNav get the better of you? Presumably taking the same route, she was quite a way in front - but mayhap you were having a natter Norris?
At the summit a curious occurrence as Poacher and Cider, perhaps going too quickly to see the L/S split, inexplicably took the short trail.
Stretchered off was Wet Johnny who very wisely, after a recent chest infection, didn't persevere with his efforts. Recovery was swift with the bar beckoning.
The last long split and Manpig and I very cautiously descended the uneven and heavily rock strewn lane to Lower Rocombe. Not so cautious was that daredevil and registered maniac Forrest and Muttley who sailed past us both with delightful disdain Derek.
Encountering tarmac and sensing the imminent OH (Forrest heard mournfully saying 'Shirley not!') Manpig suddenly changed gear and only went for it, didn't he! Try as I might, I could not live with the 'It's not a race Bluebird' HA! dastardly Manpig and reluctantly left him the glory Gladys. Good judgement by Shitfaced as we met shorts Soapy & Mawgan and virgin Ena exiting from the bridle path above Charlecombe Farm with a trail of lights just behind.
No Beefy support tech (injured) so we guesstimated about four and a bit miles but as the hare mentioned at the circle 'I've kept it short so we can get back to the pub!' and that was an exceedingly good call, Shitfaced my son.
Opening specially for us, the Wild Goose had a blazing open fire on the go and the two armchairs were swiftly occupied by Slip on Me and Georgy P. Oh ladies, are you SURE you're comfy enough there?
If hashers want ambience aplenty then the Wild Goose Shirley has to take top ranking - a simply bootiful old country pub and along with Legend and Doom Bar, there was a hash menu for us, bangers and chips at three squid a go - bravo!
DDs
Subs. checkin' chicken hat to Fukarwi for sneakily training and subsequently dope tested.
Hashit shirt to Manpig for racing, the swine.
Horsey horseface hat to 'Bobby Woll' and tank causing an obstruction - yet again.
Obligatory DD to Shitfaced for trail - the boy dun good.
A 400 Run Badge for Forrest.
Laughs galore at the FRB table with Deep Throat, Grinder and Poach and grand entertainment by RA Manpig supported by Teapot. Lovely evening and thanks to Shitfaced for arranging it and of course laying the trail.
*Search Bobby Woll for the story - Bobbiball's favourite force feed story from yours truly.
**Yes really! Bobby Woll's former rank equivalent to corporal - also translates as foreman.
ON ON to next week and the Court Farm (TQ12 5NY) Abbotskerswell (Only Here/Beer/Shitfaced)
A home territory fixture for me and a return to the snug and welcoming Wild Goose Inn after a 41 week break.
It was cramped in the turret of Bobby Woll's* Panzer as we approached the Wild Goose car park. A quick look over the wall told us that it was full and Bobby snapped to his crew 'Everybody out! I'll park the tank down the hill.' Out the Wiggster and I tumbled but not before a rapidly forming snarl-up at the entrance as chariots frantically tried to gain access. The Rottenführer ** had struck again..
It was dark in the car park and hashers were difficult to make out but a few surprises were in store. Old mucker Fukarwi was there and Forrest with Dave the virgin could be seen along with the Ipplepenners. The Parkies arrived and thirty one was the roll call as listed below I think:
Wet Johnny, Erection, Roxanne, Alicia, Fukarwi, Manpig, Bobby, Wigwam, Piltdown, Georgy P, SatNav, #69, SM Ellie, Shitfaced, I Poo'd, T Humper, Fag Ash Lil, Only Here, Grinder, Deep Throat, Poacher, Melon Picker, Soapy, Forrest, two virgins, Twin Buffers (late arrival), Teapot, Doris, Able Semen (correct pub this time), Slip on Me and a special pub guest appearance by Wetfart.
Two virgins were summoned by Piltdown. Ena who had seen us last week at the Dartmouth Inn and Dave, a buddy brought along by Forrest. Initiation by flour was duly anointed by Teapot and then Hare Shitfaced informed the assembly of the night's game plan. I must admit to not really listening to the details as Shirley I couldn't get lost round here..
And then we were mercifully released from the morbid confines of the dungeon car park down the hill and thence to regions so well-known.
The first L/S split was at the junction a hundred yards away and a sorrowful parting of the hardened longs from the much wiser 'let's be careful out there' shorts.
Down the Shaldon road the longs did career and the FRBs Shirley meant business Bertie. Less than half a mile gone and they were strung out from Here to Eternity. Poacher & Cider pursued by Deep Throat with a gasping 'I can't breathe' Wet Johnny and battling Bird already losing contact.
Unsurprisingly, we descended to Combe Cellars and out into the fields towards Netherton House. The nasty surprise was the slippery footing as we climbed from the river. Grinder and Fukarwi (later dope tested for enhanced performance the rotter) flew past and Wet Johnny was struggling with his breathing even more.
It really was my kind of trail with mostly road but it was not to be this evening, oh sweet brethren, as I brewed up with the inconvenience of horned hat, heavyweight combat tunic and holding horn and cam. Oh well, win some lose most...
Up onto Ridge Road and the shorts were encountered once more. Having an enjoyable little excursion were T Humper and Spud with I Poo'd and Fag 'Hash' (sic) Lil. A little farther up the unrelenting climb were Ipplepenners Roxanne and Erection but lads, how did SatNav get the better of you? Presumably taking the same route, she was quite a way in front - but mayhap you were having a natter Norris?
At the summit a curious occurrence as Poacher and Cider, perhaps going too quickly to see the L/S split, inexplicably took the short trail.
Stretchered off was Wet Johnny who very wisely, after a recent chest infection, didn't persevere with his efforts. Recovery was swift with the bar beckoning.
The last long split and Manpig and I very cautiously descended the uneven and heavily rock strewn lane to Lower Rocombe. Not so cautious was that daredevil and registered maniac Forrest and Muttley who sailed past us both with delightful disdain Derek.
Encountering tarmac and sensing the imminent OH (Forrest heard mournfully saying 'Shirley not!') Manpig suddenly changed gear and only went for it, didn't he! Try as I might, I could not live with the 'It's not a race Bluebird' HA! dastardly Manpig and reluctantly left him the glory Gladys. Good judgement by Shitfaced as we met shorts Soapy & Mawgan and virgin Ena exiting from the bridle path above Charlecombe Farm with a trail of lights just behind.
No Beefy support tech (injured) so we guesstimated about four and a bit miles but as the hare mentioned at the circle 'I've kept it short so we can get back to the pub!' and that was an exceedingly good call, Shitfaced my son.
Opening specially for us, the Wild Goose had a blazing open fire on the go and the two armchairs were swiftly occupied by Slip on Me and Georgy P. Oh ladies, are you SURE you're comfy enough there?
If hashers want ambience aplenty then the Wild Goose Shirley has to take top ranking - a simply bootiful old country pub and along with Legend and Doom Bar, there was a hash menu for us, bangers and chips at three squid a go - bravo!
DDs
Subs. checkin' chicken hat to Fukarwi for sneakily training and subsequently dope tested.
Hashit shirt to Manpig for racing, the swine.
Horsey horseface hat to 'Bobby Woll' and tank causing an obstruction - yet again.
Obligatory DD to Shitfaced for trail - the boy dun good.
A 400 Run Badge for Forrest.
Laughs galore at the FRB table with Deep Throat, Grinder and Poach and grand entertainment by RA Manpig supported by Teapot. Lovely evening and thanks to Shitfaced for arranging it and of course laying the trail.
*Search Bobby Woll for the story - Bobbiball's favourite force feed story from yours truly.
**Yes really! Bobby Woll's former rank equivalent to corporal - also translates as foreman.
ON ON to next week and the Court Farm (TQ12 5NY) Abbotskerswell (Only Here/Beer/Shitfaced)
