Run #1799 Monday 17th June from the Cridford Inn at Trusham with Forrest
Vague and various recollections of another grand evening hashing from the Cridford.
At the circle: Teapot, Winfield, GM Shitfaced, Beefy, Piddler, Rambo & Doris, Hagen Daz & Harry, Poacher bringing Klingon, Grammar lads mob-handed - Runner Bean, Plonker, Flasher and Ollie, newbie Ben, Manpig, Deep Semen, Melon Picker & Soapy, BroadS, Pan Fart & Anita, G String, T Humper, Just Coming, I-Poo'd, 69, Only Here, Slip on Me, Archangel, Coldtits, SM Ellie, 3Sum and Wiggy (the trio returning tanned and happy from the Polish expedition), BB and of course our hare Forrest. The 38th hasher was Pisswell who ran the long a bit later than us and was in the pub afterwards.
It was a balmy 64f and dry - perfect for hashing, Oh Dearly Hoping to Have a Good Time Out There...
Pre-circle shenanigans as I spotted a rather natty hat on one of the log puppets on the car park wall. I furtively approached with the notion of perhaps swapping my battered baseball cap - just for the evening, mind ye... But no, the wily owners had already safeguarded against such a dastardly deed and the hat was firmly attached, drat and double drat, Muttley - and so the great Panama hat heist was foiled... A slinking back to the forming circle and another blow as Just Coming spotted and correctly evaluated that it was toothpaste wash dribbled down the front of my tee shirt - things just weren't working out tonight, Oh Dearly Disaster Ridden...
The Grand Master, now more or less completely assured in his glorious status and circle patter, welcomed virgin hasher Bernie who had been tipped the wink by Coldtits, Oh Dearly Remembering The Golden Shot Gameshow*. I mentioned to BroadS that he looked like he could run a bit - and so it proved. Even to my weary eyes, Plonker's new shoes shone like a beacon and I warned that Teapot would Shirley spot them - and he did - though it's debatable if Plonker wuz dobbed in by someone...
Our Dearly Beloved Hare Forrest outlined a three L/S trail along with a WO trail (walkers only you fools) plus a WR trail (walkers return apparently) and stated that there would be no SS or associated whimsies en routey and with that, we were sent on our 1799th way ..
I had tried to teach the lads all I knew but had to call them back immediately as they sped off in the opposite direction to the rest of the hash...sigh.
Never do a fly by unless you are Beefy and can easily catch the longs up - was a mental note I made as whoosh! the good ol' boys had only gone without so much as an adios amigo! Piddler piddling [sic] along the narrow track didn't help and his backward pointing ski poles made me wary of overtaking.
Not quite sure how Manpig, Deep Semen and the Bat managed to get in front of Beefy and the lads - we certainly played the White Man throughout. A bit earlier, I had come across Flasher going quite slowly (about my speed) up the road. I drew alongside and enquired the reason for this apparent malaise and the reply was somewhat surprising. He had got 'wiped out' whilst holidaying abroad. 'Did he stop?' I enquired. 'No, I was kayaking.**..' Oh Dearly I Am Shirley Befuddled...
Yes, we had so much fun out there which finally came to an end as we ducked and dived under the electrified fence above Trusham. I lost the beer bet (another? Shirley not!) to Manpig here, insisting that the trail definitely was not down the obvious shortest route... sigh
Yes, we had so much fun out there which finally came to an end as we ducked and dived under the electrified fence above Trusham. I lost the beer bet (another? Shirley not!) to Manpig here, insisting that the trail definitely was not down the obvious shortest route... sigh
Just a quarter mile from home and an 'OW!' was heard behind me and in the car park a heavily blood-spattered Manpig was clutching his thumb which had been crushed in a closing gate - ay ay ay ay ouch. Beefy's first aid pack plus expert field dressing by Deep Semen saved the evening - a 'big thumbs up' by Manpig*** ... who at least had his beer bet pinta to console and comfort him in his pain.
The Cridford has a grand, elevated verandah where we could sup our Legend or Jail and idly watch the pack return. A sudden blur and I wiped my eyes - was that Soapy dashing with SM Ellie and BroadS into the car park? Why Shirley Yes and she had only run the long tonight - unlike Melon Picker who was suspiciously already at the bar.
At the trail debriefing, we discovered that Plonker and Poacher had slipped the field and both were awarded honorary FRB status for the run - Oh gnashing of teeth - what was the shoe you were wearing again Plonker?
A virgin RA debut for Forrest who presided over his own trail - great entertainment ensued.
WINFIELD'S DD REPORT
A beautiful evening after last week! Another great trail from Forrest which as usual gave us some testing terrain followed by good food and a few beers to help us recover and did you see the huge golden moon on the way home later? Our 1799th Down-Downs were awarded to...
BLUEBIRD (ceremonial Bat hat) for trying to acquire a hat from one of those car park fishermen? And for that toothpaste stained shirt!
The Cridford has a grand, elevated verandah where we could sup our Legend or Jail and idly watch the pack return. A sudden blur and I wiped my eyes - was that Soapy dashing with SM Ellie and BroadS into the car park? Why Shirley Yes and she had only run the long tonight - unlike Melon Picker who was suspiciously already at the bar.
At the trail debriefing, we discovered that Plonker and Poacher had slipped the field and both were awarded honorary FRB status for the run - Oh gnashing of teeth - what was the shoe you were wearing again Plonker?
A virgin RA debut for Forrest who presided over his own trail - great entertainment ensued.
WINFIELD'S DD REPORT
A beautiful evening after last week! Another great trail from Forrest which as usual gave us some testing terrain followed by good food and a few beers to help us recover and did you see the huge golden moon on the way home later? Our 1799th Down-Downs were awarded to...
BLUEBIRD (ceremonial Bat hat) for trying to acquire a hat from one of those car park fishermen? And for that toothpaste stained shirt!
RUNNER-BEAN (Horsey horse face hat) for attempting to "dob-in" Flasher. (Might have been a case of mistaken identity?)
MANPIG (Viking Horns hat) for "showing off" his pants to the Harriet's
FORREST STUMP (Hashit shirt) who insisted his was the best trail EVER! (our Vice President disagreed!)
* Bernie the Bolt!
** Flasher's kayak wipeout was in fact quite serious and could have been a lot worse.
*** Yes, Oh Dearly Obvious - it HAD to be done.
Still unsure what the special hash grub was - tagliatelle or carbonara - but never mind, at £3 a gogo it was hash value and the owners Paul & Ness looked after us well - as usual.
The trail was around 4.5 miles and just about right, taking in some spectacular views - much enjoyed Forrest, thanks! A TV party atmosphere prevailed inside after the DDs and a very good time was had by all. And so goodbye for now Oh Dear Brethren and we're all looking forward to next week's 1800 RUN:
The trail was around 4.5 miles and just about right, taking in some spectacular views - much enjoyed Forrest, thanks! A TV party atmosphere prevailed inside after the DDs and a very good time was had by all. And so goodbye for now Oh Dear Brethren and we're all looking forward to next week's 1800 RUN:
Mon 24th 1800th Run. Circle 7:15 in Station Rd Car Park Bovey Tracey (TQ13 9SB) OD The Dolphin Inn with Runner Bean & Co
ON ON TO THE PARTY!