Run #1792 on Mon 29th April from The Cridford Inn Trusham with hares Fallen Woman & Forrest
Come on, let's get this show on the road:
Well, the Cridford was really hashin'
Going round 'n' round
Yeah, boozin' and a-hashin'
What a crazy sound
Well, they never stopped hashin'
'Til the moon went down
Oh Shirley yes, Oh Dearly Overjoyed, this was the one hash you really could not miss - the BIG BROKEN MAN BIRTHDAY HASH and it Shirley succeeded beyond all expectations..
A magnificent marquee in Trucker's Field would host the spectacular beer stop, a roped river crossing, a ravine of death (which would nearly claim the life of The Bat), a trail to 'die for' (and on) by the hares, super sumptuous bargain price hash grub and an unbelievable pub atmosphere afterwards - Oh Dearly Overwhelmed, this will Shirley take the relating..
Believe there was the magic fifty at the circle and an extra three in the pub:
The Man of the Hour Broken Man, Fallen Woman, Teapot, Winfield, Piltdown & Georgie, BroadS, Beefy, Manopause, Erection, Poacher, Warm Front, returnee Prickly Bush, Deep Semen, Kermit, Flasher, Hugo, Forrest and Sarah, Shitfaced, 3sum, SatNav, Wigwam & Bobby, Coldtits, Hotlips & Zoot, Doris & Rambo, Paraprick, U Bend, Pisswell, Only Here, Cums Too Late, Manpig, Fukarwi (in immaculate hash gear), Able, Pan Fart (Big Raf!), Anita, Abcess, Gosia and two visitors, BB, virgin Chris (more on him later), Soapy & Melon Picker (back from extended hols), Screwed, Squashed Balls (fresh from marathon on Thursday) and Twin Buffers, Klingon (at last given a lift), Archangel & a most special guest appearance by the revered Vice President Himself - KC who did a twirl at the circle to appreciative applause.
The hares imparted the trail info of 3 L/S splits, a 'compulsory' river crossing and a beer stop before loosing the FRBs of war onto the unsuspecting Trusham villagers...
Right from the start it quickly became apparent that this would be a Shirley Spectacular - a rugged trail with technical transitions to ensnare the unwary. Bursting onto a field, the FRBs startled a local walking his dog who had evidently not seen anything like it before Beefy!
The FRBs gradually sorted hemselves out and got organised but with two noted absentees: Beefy was on the long but was with Pisswell, Klingon and Pan Fart & co. and Fukarwi with the aftermath of a chest infection, erred on the side of caution and 'shorted'. Warm Front was giving the orienteers Flasher and Hugo a real run for their money and Poacher, with local knowledge, was to the fore. BroadS, BB, Manopause and virgin Chris augmented the advance guard.
Howls of rage from different sources accompanied the errant Bird* weaving across the field. The marks, though sometimes tricky to find, held true to test the chase and the good old boys and girl were working well together as the trail veered, not unexpectedly, towards Forrest's gaff down in Tinkley Bottom. The trail then seemed to go cold and a FRB enquired 'What does BS stand for?' AHA, good boy, now we're cooking! A cry of 'ON ON' was heard from Warm Front who had only spotted the roped river crossing and was halfway across as the pack veered sharply Shirley to intercept.
And there to the background accompaniment of the Hallelujah Chorus, loomed large the Beer stop of Beer stops in Trucker's field. Trucker had Shirley pushed the boat way out here Only Here. Many a short and walker were already in situ (most having cunningly avoiding the river crossing - Teapot springing to mind) and had glass in hand. Now as a rule, the FRBs are quite sniffy about dilly dallying at beer stops but an exception was willingly made on this hallowed occasion - Shirley it would have been rude not to raise an early glass to the Birthday Boy. Virtually the whole hash assembled for the 'I wuz there' photo taken by ace photographer Beefy before the game recommenced.
Not so easy running after a beer or two but on we careered onto terra tarmac before it kicked up nastily as we started the ascent of Farley Hill. A check near the bottom halted the beer-soaked battalion and we really should have listened to Bobby ski poles Crawl who knew the way Winfield. Three quarters of a mile up into the cloud layers turned the chase into a rout and Warm Front, Flasher and Hugo were away - but not quite gone as the orienteers got slightly disorientated [sic]. Hugo reported that he had ended up in a farmyard after missing the faint arrow diverting the trail sharp left into Whiteborough Lane. Unlucky lads, but I only knew because I had missed the same turning on a previous hash Hattie, but never mind, worse things happen at sea Shirley.
The shorts remained safe above ground at the last L/S split (you did well to avoid this split Winfield) while the longs were directed into the rock strewn gully and stream and for one hasher, impending doom...
If I hadn't known better, I'd have been sure that the hares had deliberately designed the fiendish spectacle that met mine eyes at the bottom of the gully. There appeared a yawning chasm with a terrifying drop below (anything over three feet is terrifying at my age mush). I weighed up the risk of leaping the gap - Shirley I could make it? GE-RON-N-N-IMO.... a foot gained a slight purchase but then I teetered on the edge of the yawning abyss. NO-O-O-O I hadn't made it and this was how it was to end - I could hear Manpig now as my life flashed before me: 'It is with great regret that I have to report to the hash that Bluebird fell into a ditch and is now brown bread - a minute's silence please...' BUT NO, a hand reached out and grasped the unfortunate Bird, I was sav-ed Inspector Dreyfus. Didulikethat? No? Well please yourselves then.
The trail was about four miles for the longs and we were out there for around seventy minutes - beer stop included. Ace trail, big thumbs up from the longs.
The Cridford was packed out and our thanks to Paul, Ness and staff for their efforts. The Otter Amber 4.0 abv was the driver option and Dartmoor Legend 4.4 if you were not.
THE DOWNDOWNS
Run No.1792 BROKEN MAN'S 80th Birthday run from The Cridford Inn Trusham, with Hares Forrest Stump and Fallen Woman, who had laid a great Scenic trail up and down the hills. Plus a Birthday song at the Beer stop in Trucker's field.
Down-Downs this week were awarded to:-
Hare's FORREST STUMP and FALLEN WOMAN for a great evening.
KLINGON for a nice slide? down a muddy hill!
ERECTION for a "SPOILER" at the cinema for Shitfaced and family
CHRIS with strong hand saved Bluebirds life by pulling him back from the precipice...oh dear!
HUGO now forever to be known as PLONKER!
BROKEN MAN his 500Runs Badge plus a Birthday Down Down!
Hugo was a little perplexed at the reasoning of his naming and I can grant illumination. Hugo Twigger sounds like Trigger - Only Fools connection so mischievously, Plonker bestowed.
There was pandemonium when that hero Chris stepped forward for his DD and the Hashit shirt. On removing his tee shirt, Able collapsed and had to be revived with smelling salts, SatNav jumped up from her seat to get a better look and Twin Buffers was shell-shocked. Even the RA was taken aback and came out with what was Shirley** the quote of the evening: 'I think I'm drowning in a sea of oestrogen here!' The instant attempt at naming had to be postponed for another time as the hash just couldn't recover their composure. That really was a crowd-pleaser.
I've seen a few hashes in my time but the atmosphere in the Cridford Inn was something else, what a fabulous evening - well done Fallen Woman, Forrest and Trucker. That'll Shirley be a leading contender for Hash of the Year.
* They'll never give me a break.
** Ten Shirleys but what the heck, it was a BIG BIRTHDAY after all.
ON ON to next week and another (double) Birthday Hash with no less than four hares: Bird, Poacher, Wiggster and Bobby Woll Crawl Kirk from the Crown & Sceptre, St Marychurch TQ1 4QA but be afraid - it may be the Guns of Navarone cliff ascent revisited...
Come on, let's get this show on the road:
Well, the Cridford was really hashin'
Going round 'n' round
Yeah, boozin' and a-hashin'
What a crazy sound
Well, they never stopped hashin'
'Til the moon went down
Oh Shirley yes, Oh Dearly Overjoyed, this was the one hash you really could not miss - the BIG BROKEN MAN BIRTHDAY HASH and it Shirley succeeded beyond all expectations..
A magnificent marquee in Trucker's Field would host the spectacular beer stop, a roped river crossing, a ravine of death (which would nearly claim the life of The Bat), a trail to 'die for' (and on) by the hares, super sumptuous bargain price hash grub and an unbelievable pub atmosphere afterwards - Oh Dearly Overwhelmed, this will Shirley take the relating..
Believe there was the magic fifty at the circle and an extra three in the pub:
The Man of the Hour Broken Man, Fallen Woman, Teapot, Winfield, Piltdown & Georgie, BroadS, Beefy, Manopause, Erection, Poacher, Warm Front, returnee Prickly Bush, Deep Semen, Kermit, Flasher, Hugo, Forrest and Sarah, Shitfaced, 3sum, SatNav, Wigwam & Bobby, Coldtits, Hotlips & Zoot, Doris & Rambo, Paraprick, U Bend, Pisswell, Only Here, Cums Too Late, Manpig, Fukarwi (in immaculate hash gear), Able, Pan Fart (Big Raf!), Anita, Abcess, Gosia and two visitors, BB, virgin Chris (more on him later), Soapy & Melon Picker (back from extended hols), Screwed, Squashed Balls (fresh from marathon on Thursday) and Twin Buffers, Klingon (at last given a lift), Archangel & a most special guest appearance by the revered Vice President Himself - KC who did a twirl at the circle to appreciative applause.
The hares imparted the trail info of 3 L/S splits, a 'compulsory' river crossing and a beer stop before loosing the FRBs of war onto the unsuspecting Trusham villagers...
Right from the start it quickly became apparent that this would be a Shirley Spectacular - a rugged trail with technical transitions to ensnare the unwary. Bursting onto a field, the FRBs startled a local walking his dog who had evidently not seen anything like it before Beefy!
The FRBs gradually sorted hemselves out and got organised but with two noted absentees: Beefy was on the long but was with Pisswell, Klingon and Pan Fart & co. and Fukarwi with the aftermath of a chest infection, erred on the side of caution and 'shorted'. Warm Front was giving the orienteers Flasher and Hugo a real run for their money and Poacher, with local knowledge, was to the fore. BroadS, BB, Manopause and virgin Chris augmented the advance guard.
Howls of rage from different sources accompanied the errant Bird* weaving across the field. The marks, though sometimes tricky to find, held true to test the chase and the good old boys and girl were working well together as the trail veered, not unexpectedly, towards Forrest's gaff down in Tinkley Bottom. The trail then seemed to go cold and a FRB enquired 'What does BS stand for?' AHA, good boy, now we're cooking! A cry of 'ON ON' was heard from Warm Front who had only spotted the roped river crossing and was halfway across as the pack veered sharply Shirley to intercept.
And there to the background accompaniment of the Hallelujah Chorus, loomed large the Beer stop of Beer stops in Trucker's field. Trucker had Shirley pushed the boat way out here Only Here. Many a short and walker were already in situ (most having cunningly avoiding the river crossing - Teapot springing to mind) and had glass in hand. Now as a rule, the FRBs are quite sniffy about dilly dallying at beer stops but an exception was willingly made on this hallowed occasion - Shirley it would have been rude not to raise an early glass to the Birthday Boy. Virtually the whole hash assembled for the 'I wuz there' photo taken by ace photographer Beefy before the game recommenced.
Not so easy running after a beer or two but on we careered onto terra tarmac before it kicked up nastily as we started the ascent of Farley Hill. A check near the bottom halted the beer-soaked battalion and we really should have listened to Bobby ski poles Crawl who knew the way Winfield. Three quarters of a mile up into the cloud layers turned the chase into a rout and Warm Front, Flasher and Hugo were away - but not quite gone as the orienteers got slightly disorientated [sic]. Hugo reported that he had ended up in a farmyard after missing the faint arrow diverting the trail sharp left into Whiteborough Lane. Unlucky lads, but I only knew because I had missed the same turning on a previous hash Hattie, but never mind, worse things happen at sea Shirley.
The shorts remained safe above ground at the last L/S split (you did well to avoid this split Winfield) while the longs were directed into the rock strewn gully and stream and for one hasher, impending doom...
If I hadn't known better, I'd have been sure that the hares had deliberately designed the fiendish spectacle that met mine eyes at the bottom of the gully. There appeared a yawning chasm with a terrifying drop below (anything over three feet is terrifying at my age mush). I weighed up the risk of leaping the gap - Shirley I could make it? GE-RON-N-N-IMO.... a foot gained a slight purchase but then I teetered on the edge of the yawning abyss. NO-O-O-O I hadn't made it and this was how it was to end - I could hear Manpig now as my life flashed before me: 'It is with great regret that I have to report to the hash that Bluebird fell into a ditch and is now brown bread - a minute's silence please...' BUT NO, a hand reached out and grasped the unfortunate Bird, I was sav-ed Inspector Dreyfus. Didulikethat? No? Well please yourselves then.
The trail was about four miles for the longs and we were out there for around seventy minutes - beer stop included. Ace trail, big thumbs up from the longs.
The Cridford was packed out and our thanks to Paul, Ness and staff for their efforts. The Otter Amber 4.0 abv was the driver option and Dartmoor Legend 4.4 if you were not.
THE DOWNDOWNS
Run No.1792 BROKEN MAN'S 80th Birthday run from The Cridford Inn Trusham, with Hares Forrest Stump and Fallen Woman, who had laid a great Scenic trail up and down the hills. Plus a Birthday song at the Beer stop in Trucker's field.
Down-Downs this week were awarded to:-
Hare's FORREST STUMP and FALLEN WOMAN for a great evening.
KLINGON for a nice slide? down a muddy hill!
ERECTION for a "SPOILER" at the cinema for Shitfaced and family
CHRIS with strong hand saved Bluebirds life by pulling him back from the precipice...oh dear!
HUGO now forever to be known as PLONKER!
BROKEN MAN his 500Runs Badge plus a Birthday Down Down!
Hugo was a little perplexed at the reasoning of his naming and I can grant illumination. Hugo Twigger sounds like Trigger - Only Fools connection so mischievously, Plonker bestowed.
There was pandemonium when that hero Chris stepped forward for his DD and the Hashit shirt. On removing his tee shirt, Able collapsed and had to be revived with smelling salts, SatNav jumped up from her seat to get a better look and Twin Buffers was shell-shocked. Even the RA was taken aback and came out with what was Shirley** the quote of the evening: 'I think I'm drowning in a sea of oestrogen here!' The instant attempt at naming had to be postponed for another time as the hash just couldn't recover their composure. That really was a crowd-pleaser.
I've seen a few hashes in my time but the atmosphere in the Cridford Inn was something else, what a fabulous evening - well done Fallen Woman, Forrest and Trucker. That'll Shirley be a leading contender for Hash of the Year.
* They'll never give me a break.
** Ten Shirleys but what the heck, it was a BIG BIRTHDAY after all.
ON ON to next week and another (double) Birthday Hash with no less than four hares: Bird, Poacher, Wiggster and Bobby Woll Crawl Kirk from the Crown & Sceptre, St Marychurch TQ1 4QA but be afraid - it may be the Guns of Navarone cliff ascent revisited...
