Run #1781 Monday 11th February from the Red Rock Brewery, Higher
Humber Farm, Bishopsteignton. Hares: T.Humper, I-Poo'd & Shitfaced
Well, Dearly Beloved, we Shirley had it all Monday night at the Red Rock Brewery high in the hills above Bishopsteignton:
A second edition of the famed Alcoholic Sweetie Stop; beer gushing at two squid a pint; pies to die for; mud mayhem on a 4 star shiggy trail and a right rollicking TVH piss up in a brewery afterwards - Oh Shirley, I must have died and gone to hash heaven.
Roll called at 41 - with a good few returnees including Pisswell, Ben & Hugo, our Polish contingent of Raff, Abscess plus entourage and a pink shoed virgin, Nicole. Welcome all.
Par for the course was the sometimes hectic and always disorganised circle up as the partygoers became restless for action.
The hash hares elaborated a two L/S split trail with an exotic ASS** plus a de rigueur walkers' trail. A show of hands was asked for to see how many pie eaters were present and then the motley crew flew the brewery HA!
Movers Ben and Hugo glided past on the early flat tarmac section ahead of the Poacher/Cider combo and a balaclava clad Blue Bat*** and the usual pecking order was set. But if I knew then what I knew afterwards, I would Shirley have stayed with Fukarwi, WJ et al.
As we turned left into a muddy path, the trail of shorts could be seen above us on the left and cutting across to intercept the longs. At a crossroads unkicked out check and Hugo was hesitating - running buddy Ben had already gone beyond recall and had a glorious Napoleon Solo. 'Which way did Poacher go?' enquired the Bat. Hugo indicated straight ahead and off they sped in hot pursuit. Two marks later and nothing after, it didn't seem right and back they coursed to find a large group of shorts waiting for the scouts. After ruling out their approach, the only option was hard right and the chase was on again Agatha. We never did confirm where Poacher had gone and he wasn't sighted after so suspicions began to form Fukarwi..
A high speed descent down a steep, slippery and muddy path saw the Bat crash land into a hedge but fortunately only ThreeSum spotted the idiot and she sportingly didn't drop the Bat in it.
Winfield was spotted legging it like a good 'un with SM Ellie and apparently back in business after a few niggles, go for it Dad!
Most embarrassingly, three heavyweight hashers, big Jon, Abscess and Raff, shaded the Bat to the summit of a gentle incline. WHAT!
Climbing up another muddy path, BroadS and Bat could see the FRBs up ahead and finally all were reunited at the ASS and what exotic fare was on offer: Margarita cake balls made with tequila, triple sec and white chocolate with a lime garnish plus Pink gin with white chocolate fudge. AHHH and Wet Johnny, who had been struggling before, took off with the alcohol infusion to his turbo.
The last L/S split saw Fukarwi, Wet Johnny, Manpig, Forrest, BroadS and Bat go safari and what a beaut section it was Winfield: Shirley Shiggy, downhill gully galore, tarmac and a final hill to the OH. Said split saw the complete destruction of Forrest Stump who copsed [sic] it in the woods big time. A calamitous collision with a root nearly wrecked his ski foot and a few hundred metres farther on his other shoe completely disintegrated.
Inside the Red Rock and sporting a gashed and bandaged elbow from a previous tumble, we will now have to rebuild Forrest Stump. We have the technology, we can make him better than he was, better, stronger, faster... No? Well please yourselves then.
Courtesy of Forrest's tech, the trail was certified as 4.8 miles but the brewery beer beckoned Bertie.
Red Rock baby and hashers soon became pie-eyed**** supping Lighthouse ale 3.8 ABV and Red Rock ale 4.2 ABV.
T Humper, I-Poo'd and Shitfaced (four trails in as many weeks) had set a rattling good trail and laid on pies galore plus the much lauded Margarita cake balls and Pink gin fudge. I doff my Bat Hat to you all!
DOWNDOWNS
The AWARDS, from our 1781st Trail at The Red Rock Brewery with Hares T.Humper I.Pood assisted by Shitfaced (again!) were presented to the following offenders....
T.HUMPER (hare DD) for that muddy gasping hilly trail, which we all enjoyed! especially those alcoholic sweets!
THREESUM (Horsey horseface hat) who received the panto queen down down!
"Oh yes she did"!
POACHER (Hashit shirt) who definitely Short cutted the trail this time!
BOBBIBALL (Bat hat) why was he wearing a Welsh rugby shirt?
SHITFACED (hare nominated DD) ..someone ate all of the pies we ordered?
*Sic, but then you tiny cult followers Shirley† knew that didn't you?
**Alcoholic Sweetie Stop you fools
***Bat hat in Manpig's boot
****It had to be done.
†Shirley that's enough Shirleys in this episode Bobby. (He complained that there was only one Shirley last week.)
ON ON to next week and the Keyberry Arms, Newton Abbot. A Birthday Hash for our hare Wigwam.
Well, Dearly Beloved, we Shirley had it all Monday night at the Red Rock Brewery high in the hills above Bishopsteignton:
A second edition of the famed Alcoholic Sweetie Stop; beer gushing at two squid a pint; pies to die for; mud mayhem on a 4 star shiggy trail and a right rollicking TVH piss up in a brewery afterwards - Oh Shirley, I must have died and gone to hash heaven.
Roll called at 41 - with a good few returnees including Pisswell, Ben & Hugo, our Polish contingent of Raff, Abscess plus entourage and a pink shoed virgin, Nicole. Welcome all.
Par for the course was the sometimes hectic and always disorganised circle up as the partygoers became restless for action.
The hash hares elaborated a two L/S split trail with an exotic ASS** plus a de rigueur walkers' trail. A show of hands was asked for to see how many pie eaters were present and then the motley crew flew the brewery HA!
Movers Ben and Hugo glided past on the early flat tarmac section ahead of the Poacher/Cider combo and a balaclava clad Blue Bat*** and the usual pecking order was set. But if I knew then what I knew afterwards, I would Shirley have stayed with Fukarwi, WJ et al.
As we turned left into a muddy path, the trail of shorts could be seen above us on the left and cutting across to intercept the longs. At a crossroads unkicked out check and Hugo was hesitating - running buddy Ben had already gone beyond recall and had a glorious Napoleon Solo. 'Which way did Poacher go?' enquired the Bat. Hugo indicated straight ahead and off they sped in hot pursuit. Two marks later and nothing after, it didn't seem right and back they coursed to find a large group of shorts waiting for the scouts. After ruling out their approach, the only option was hard right and the chase was on again Agatha. We never did confirm where Poacher had gone and he wasn't sighted after so suspicions began to form Fukarwi..
A high speed descent down a steep, slippery and muddy path saw the Bat crash land into a hedge but fortunately only ThreeSum spotted the idiot and she sportingly didn't drop the Bat in it.
Winfield was spotted legging it like a good 'un with SM Ellie and apparently back in business after a few niggles, go for it Dad!
Most embarrassingly, three heavyweight hashers, big Jon, Abscess and Raff, shaded the Bat to the summit of a gentle incline. WHAT!
Climbing up another muddy path, BroadS and Bat could see the FRBs up ahead and finally all were reunited at the ASS and what exotic fare was on offer: Margarita cake balls made with tequila, triple sec and white chocolate with a lime garnish plus Pink gin with white chocolate fudge. AHHH and Wet Johnny, who had been struggling before, took off with the alcohol infusion to his turbo.
The last L/S split saw Fukarwi, Wet Johnny, Manpig, Forrest, BroadS and Bat go safari and what a beaut section it was Winfield: Shirley Shiggy, downhill gully galore, tarmac and a final hill to the OH. Said split saw the complete destruction of Forrest Stump who copsed [sic] it in the woods big time. A calamitous collision with a root nearly wrecked his ski foot and a few hundred metres farther on his other shoe completely disintegrated.
Inside the Red Rock and sporting a gashed and bandaged elbow from a previous tumble, we will now have to rebuild Forrest Stump. We have the technology, we can make him better than he was, better, stronger, faster... No? Well please yourselves then.
Courtesy of Forrest's tech, the trail was certified as 4.8 miles but the brewery beer beckoned Bertie.
Red Rock baby and hashers soon became pie-eyed**** supping Lighthouse ale 3.8 ABV and Red Rock ale 4.2 ABV.
T Humper, I-Poo'd and Shitfaced (four trails in as many weeks) had set a rattling good trail and laid on pies galore plus the much lauded Margarita cake balls and Pink gin fudge. I doff my Bat Hat to you all!
DOWNDOWNS
The AWARDS, from our 1781st Trail at The Red Rock Brewery with Hares T.Humper I.Pood assisted by Shitfaced (again!) were presented to the following offenders....
T.HUMPER (hare DD) for that muddy gasping hilly trail, which we all enjoyed! especially those alcoholic sweets!
THREESUM (Horsey horseface hat) who received the panto queen down down!
"Oh yes she did"!
POACHER (Hashit shirt) who definitely Short cutted the trail this time!
BOBBIBALL (Bat hat) why was he wearing a Welsh rugby shirt?
SHITFACED (hare nominated DD) ..someone ate all of the pies we ordered?
*Sic, but then you tiny cult followers Shirley† knew that didn't you?
**Alcoholic Sweetie Stop you fools
***Bat hat in Manpig's boot
****It had to be done.
†Shirley that's enough Shirleys in this episode Bobby. (He complained that there was only one Shirley last week.)
ON ON to next week and the Keyberry Arms, Newton Abbot. A Birthday Hash for our hare Wigwam.
