BACK TO THE RED ROCK BABY!

Run #2078 Monday 2nd June Circle up 7:15 pm from The Grumpy Farmer, Higher Humber Farm TQ14 9TD Bishopsteignton (the former Red Rock Brewery) with the old firm of: Big End, Well Hopped and Roger the Dodger.

The bar area has been opened right out. A complete transformation and it's no longer that railway carriage style.

Hash no 2077, Saddle Tor, with hare Pisswell.

 A wild windswept evening on Dartmoor with the wind aggressively blowing the dead flowers!

Who woz there: Hare Pisswell, Forrest, Beeflicker, Manpig, Ernie, Poacher, Big End, Well Hopped, Rodger the Dodger, Smash, returnee Werzit, Miss Mash, Wet Johnny, Isabelle, George P’Orgy, Piltdown Man.

 

Circle up: Our new Vice GM welcomed the brave hashers that had turned out on a wild, windy bank holiday evening. He had had to hoick them out of their cars as the heavens opened. Beeflicker, Beefy and the hare were already looking worse for wear, having arrived at the circle wet, with many miles already under their belt! He mumbled that it was hash number 20.. something. He hoped he had not been mistaken for our GM Pocket Rocket, after dying his hair black, ( or was it a dark blue?) for his butler performance in “Murdered to death” last week. The resemblance was uncanny!

 

The hare: The hare had had to park elsewhere in the day, as the carpark was full earlier. She had just laid the first bit of trail, cunningly returning over the ankle breaking terrain from Rippon tor to trick people. She was going to lay a live trail for the walkers, which would double as the longs later and be two way. She didn’t say there was a sweety stop or that E near an arrow meant “Easy”. Wasn’t that obvious?

 

The trail:

The white cliffs of Dover - Vera Lynn

 

There’ll be Bluebells all over/ White Cliffs Of Dover

Song by “what a din”/ Vera Lynn see below

Will the bluebells be over?

On Dartmoor past Stover

Past Haytor, just you wait and see

Saddle Tor and Laughter

The grand tour you’re after

The ground is blue at Emsworthy

And into the fields we’ll keep

The old barn we’ll see again

Some of you will go down steep

Cross rivers and streams and then…

There'll be wet feet in mire

If you so desire

The wet split, bog at Emsworthy

The walkers will find the track

To get on the old tram line

The beehive we should meet back

A regroup and sweety time

Then on to the quarries

They’re steep but no worries

The split marks your end, the bog will see!

And again, (last verse)now you know the tune! …

Soon the Bluebells are over

‘Neath Bracken and clover

A gallop home if all are found

Back to the car park

Before it gets dark

 Tin, Pickle and Rhum for the On-down.

 

Out takes:

I didn’t quite perfect the time for the bluebells. A lot were dead.

 

I definitely didn’t coordinate the weather. 

 

Walkers lost the “live” hare, when she disappeared from view! (Your dots were fresh!)

Thank you to Big End, Well hopped and Roger the Dodger for ignoring the Ha ha, ( not for the walkers at all) and listening to the echo in the quarry of me calling them to the sweety stop. 

 

Thank you to returnee Werzit for coming, a great family gathering. None to be seen again however. Hope you were all ok? And Poacher also. 

 

Longs and shorts well done. I’m glad you got to see the Beehive and Quarry. Well done Wet Johnny for carrying Isabelle over his shoulder to stop her feet getting wet. Amazing!

 

Manpig, Ernie, Beefy and Beeflicker thanks for persevering through gulleys, rivers, tors and moor. (And ignoring Es). Especial thanks to the two B’s for doing my “bog”. I’m gutted I didn’t get you all in the bog together, but hey ho!

 

As a treat you all got to miss the very steep Ha Ha!

 

Down downs: The hare’s down down was for being too “Easy”. Though I must say it was not an easy lay!

 

Well hopped got a down down for being very blonde and thinking that our returnee Werzit was discribed as blind! That’s “blonde”, Well Hopped, not “blind”!

 

Beeflicker was given a down down for running to the hash, seeing the hare being dropped off by Forrest to lay the bog, and wanting a lift. He was in the middle of a downpour with just a tea shirt on and looked pretty wild, so he didn’t get one!

 

Forrest, with the Bluehair, was awarded a down down for his triple role. He was GM for the evening, RA and co -hare after offering the lift (to Pisswell, not Beeflicker). 

 

Piltdown man accepted a down down on behalf of all walkers who are scared of a Ha Ha. It was a pretty scarey one but not for walkers and in fact not for anyone in the end. If anyone wants a little laugh, I’ll tell you where to go, although I think the rain has washed it all away by now, along with all memories of this trail (never to be discussed again).

 

Thank you all for a lovely cosy evening in the pub.

 

On on to next week at The Grumpy Farmer, formally Red Rock Brewery with Well hopped, Big End and Rodger the dodger. Please dress appropriately, or was it …..Look Grumpy? Can’t remember. On on.

 

Pisswell xx

BLUEBELL HASH

Run #2077 Monday 26th May BLUEBELL HASH Circle up 7:15 pm from Saddle Tor car park south (second CP from Haytor) with Pisswell.

On down at Tinpickle and Rhum, Moorland hotel, Haytor TQ13 9XT .

Menu as below. please phone 01364 661407 or drop in on your way to the hash to order.

THE WORDS FOR TVH3

Run #2076 Monday 19th May

from the Prince of Orange at Barton

 

Who was there:

 

Hares Smash and Beeflicker

Basecamp, Threesum, Strap-on, Poacher, Zoot, Hotlips, Missmash, Slip on Me, Horny, Pork Torpedo, Able, Wetfart, Teapot, Coldtits, Pisswell, Beefy, Melon picker, Soapy, Smellie, Pocket Rocket, Manpig, Wet Johnny, Red Rum and Mane Attraction.

 

Circle up.

With a great turnout on this lovely sunny evening, all waiting to find out what Smash had planned for us all and she didn't disappoint, arriving on the dot. The GM called for all to gather round and listen in. After welcoming everyone to hash number whatever it was, he asked for any notices.

 

* S.M. Ellie asked for locations from the hares already booked in.

* Pisswell reminded everyone which car park to be in next week (I still haven't a clue, i'll just close my eyes and try pot luck and hope I get it right) also to not leave anything valuable in view in your car due to a spate of break-ins,

* Manpig asked for a volunteer to do the words, well volunteered Able!!

No more notices so over to the hare,

 

Smash explained that it's laid in flour, with arrows pointing in all directions, now to pay attention as the walkers is a live trail so stay with her or you will get lost (I'm sure people still got lost). The walkers will be an A2B or A2B2A, it's your choice. Everyone chose A2B because of the pesky hills. The shorts was about 4ish and longs about 6ish ( it was almost 9.5, re planning was needed). Most importantly, there was a sweetie and drink stop for all to partake (unless you got lost, and if you did, you surely missed out as what a fantastic one it was).

 

The trail,

Walkers.... after leaving the pub (these youngsters had to be dragged away from it really) they turned left and then right down Clennon Lane and all the way down to Fore Street and turned right.

 

At the end of Fore Street they crossed the road and onto Hartop Road and then bore left into Petitor Rd.

At the roundabout it was another right into St Marychurch Road (so many rights I don't know how people went wrong) and down to Babbacombe model village car park and then headed down Cliffside Road onto the coastal path which was followed all the way to Oddicombe beach for the sweetie stop. 

 

This was the end for the walkers where they would either get a lift back or do the trail in reverse.

Longs and Shorts.... after falling out the pub we headed left along Isaacs Road bearing left and then right to Church Road with Pocket Rocket leading the pack (I've never seen him move so fast) followed by Poacher, Beefy, Wet Johnny and Beeflicker.

 

A long slog down Moor Lane and through the park to the Teignmouth road where we turned right and then left into the fields.

 

Pocket rocket was on fire and still out front, maybe he heard there were animals in the field (explained at the down downs). in the field and doubling back on ourselves, we came to a L/S split. The Rocket went right and short and wasn't to be seen again until the pub!

 

Poacher, Beefy, Wet J and Beeflicker went left and long. The trail took us up the hill, around the fields and out to the golf course where we turned left and headed to the coastal path.

 

Down the steep hill and to the right, we headed along the coastal path until we reached the check at Petitor Road.Beefy checked the false trail and was not sighted again and Poacher checked Petitor Road, he had it right but lost his voice as no on ons were called and he too, was never to be seen again.

Manpig had caught up.and called 'on back' to Beefy but to no avail, (had Beefy fallen off the path into the sea and floated to France?). I guess we will find out at the pub. Wet J, the Pig and Beeflicker pushed on down Petitor Road and veered left at the end down St Marychurch Road to the model village car park where they zig-zagged back to the coastal path, following it to the Babbacombe tram thingymajig where we came across a lost and baffled Able Seamen and Slip on Me. They could smell the sweetie stop but couldn't find it. They were duly rescued and escorted to Oddicombe beach for their well-deserved rewards.

 

At the sweetie stop, hosted by Smash and Miss Mash, a couple of harriets in the form of Threesum and Mane Attraction, were sat with feet up, in the sun, beer in one hand and snacks in the other, that's the life to live, you lucky ladies.

 

After the sweetie stop, the trail headed along by the sea on the coastal path and up the steps following the pathway back to Oddicombe beach hill (this section was either virgin territory or not used since 1805 when Bluebird last used it).

 

Then we went along Cliffside Road to the village car park and millenium gardens before following the walkers route back to the pub.

 

An amazing trail, Smash, and thoroughly enjoyed by everyone.

 

Down downs.....

*The hares Smash and Beeflicker to the tune of S.H.I..Y trail

*Melonpicker was awarded the jesters hat for his 103rd birthday... cue the tvh3 choir for the happy birthday song

*S.M.ellie for worrying about her glamorous looks being ruined by her roots to the tune of... why was she born so beautiful

*Pocket Rocket for boasting about performing at the devon county show... a show with many animals, what on earth was he performing? The mind boggles.. He was awarded the tune of horse's ass

 

On on to next week at Saddle Tor car park

 

On down at Tinpickle & Rhum I believe.

 

Signing off,

Beeflicker

PRINCE OF ORANGE AT BARTON

 

Run #2076 Monday 19th May Circle up 7:15 pm from The Prince of Orange 157 Barton Hill Road, Torquay, TQ2 8HN with Smash and Beeflicker.

No food in the pub but there's a fine chippy (Paul's Plaice) and Chinese takeaway (Wok's Cook-in) across the road at Barton shops.

Run number 2075, Monday 12th May 2025. From Ipplepen Football Club Hare Wet Johnny.

After prepping all the cakes ready for the auction later, we gathered in the car park ready to get going in the evening sunshine.

Approx 3 for the walkers and 5 for the longs. To be told if you want a warm up run round the football pitch (not many takers strangely!) Then on out onto the road. We are blessed to live in such a lovely party of the country and the hedgerows are full of flowers, blue bells, queen Annes lace and hawthorn a plenty as we continue into the village of Ipplepen. Through the church yard and around the houses for the shorts checking as we go. Pork Torpedo coming in handy with his flower app, identifying bright pink Gladiolus communis and a Judus tree. Careful as we raced across the main road and I thought we were going to South Devon Dairy for a milkshake, but not this time. 

 

Through the field with the gate with the invisible fence as Horny and Soapy pretended to climb over it, then more stunning views over the hills and fields of the farm lands around. The rape fields are in full bloom this time of year with a beautiful yellow glow as we picked our way through head and shoulders just poking out as the dogs are lost beneath popping up now and again as the crops disappear. 

 

From seeing a strava map of the longs run, would seem they went past Fermoys garden centre. All coming together as we get closer to the football club, cake is calling and we all have raided our piggybanks for lots of pennies to bid.

 

Thank you to the football club for putting on some food of firm favourite sausages and chips for £3, proper hash grub.

 

Then onto the main event, the cakes!

 

Wow what a spread, like being at the mad hatter's tea party! Well, we all are a little mad aren't we! Luckily Shitfaced turned up just intime for cake!

 

Hashers and auctions always go hand in hand and Forest did a great job of getting the bids up. Georgie and Piltdown Man didn't want to share their cake coffee and walnut cake with each other so bidding against each other! Beth or should she be now know as a Merry Berry who seemingly loves cake and kept bidding on many cakes! Bobby Ball unwittingly buying a marble cake, or then not to get it resold! Even Zoot and Hot Lips were locked into serious bidding only to realise it was against each other to roars of laughter! Pocket Rocket stocked up for the tuck shop bagging some Jack Flaps (as they will now always be known!) Chuffed my banoffee pie got lots of attention reaching £30! Think the top bidding was a tea loaf making £40?! We are clearly a baking club with a running problem now! And everyone went away stocked up with cakes and muffins. 

 

Thank you for organising Soapy, and making as always, some delicious cakes. An amazing £351 was raised for such a worthy cause, SANDS. The stillbirth and Neonatal Death Charity. A lovely evening showing support for Horny and Pork Torpedo and family who's granddaughter Quinn was sadly born sleeping so hope they take some comfort in this amount raised and that we are all here for you if you need.

 

Down Downs:

One for the Hare, great trail Wet Johnny.

Psycho, for running with Haldon

Bee Flicker for his 100 (120) runs

Georgie P'Orgie for being in the mens bathrooms

Pork Torpedo, for his great cake baking skills.

 

On on to next week.... Palmolive.

IPPLEPEN FOOTBALL CLUB

Run #2075 Monday 12th May Circle up 7:15 pm from Ipplepen Football Club, Moor Rd Playing Fields, Moor Rd, Ipplepen TQ12 5TT with Wet Johnny.

 

If you are approaching from Newton Abbot, take the turning right by the garage (on your left) off the A381.

 

Hash fare will be available for around £3 per person in the pot with veggie option.

Soapy will have a table display for the cake auction - bring cash! Soapy also asking for hashers to bring cakes along on Monday!

The Words for Hash #2074 or, "The Pig lays down on Plainmoor."

Anyway, the Grand Parade of Lifeless Packaging (who was there(!)) is as follows:

Manpig, Bluebird, Ernie, Pisswell, Big End, Well Hopped, Wet Johnny, Coldtits, Pollyfella, Georgie P'Orgy, Piltdown Man, Wet Fart, Melon Picker, Soapy, Bee Flicker, Smash, Miss Mash, Pocket Rocket, Red Rum, Beefy and, returnee, Flowery Twats. Carpet Crawlers (pub only) were Shitfaced, initially but disappeared, Bobbiball and Teapot.

 

At the Circle, Soapy reminded us that next week is a cake auction, in aid of SANDS charity so, bring cake and/ or cash to buy cake please.

 

Monday was one of Bluebird's birthdays so Manpig was Hare. Co- Hare Poacher's absence was owing to vehicle breakdown. Manpig explained that his Trail graced the edge of the Haldon Trail and had helped us distinguish his by dint of large, friendly, upper case letter "T"s. After all, we don't want to Trespass!

 

The starting gun is (figuratively) fired. So, as happy as fish and gorgeous as geese, twenty one went on Trail along the St. Marychurch Road towards St. Marychurch and Babbacombe (formerly two distinct villages).

 

We found ourselves in Cary Park, and ran through the park and along Cary Avenue whence we were called back by the Hare. Back we went to the missed split where the birthday Bird vouchsafed that the Trail is the reverse of last year's. "I care not!" quoth I, "for I recall little of last week's let alone last year's!"

 

The Watcher in Skies could give evidence if needed.

 

We headed for the Downs and on to the Cliff Railway. Down the adjacent steps we ran. Beefy ran past the right turn, under the rails, followed by Pollyfella and Bee Flicker but then we ran back to it after hearing "On" called.

 

The pack followed a path down to the beach. Can-utility and the Coastliners we were as we headed for Babbacombe beach, past the waterfall (his madrigal) and inshore sea (his symphony) and saw no Silent Sorrow in Empty Boats, only Horizons.

 

We bade "farewell", to Bluebird, at the Cary Arms, where he followed the walkers. The rest of us headed for Anstey's cove.

 

Up we climbed, following the Trail across Wall's Hill where Big End remarked on the Orchid (a flower?) population. Then down we dropped and were Riding the Scree in a Ravine when suddenly, we perceived what appeared to be a Sweetie Stop in the car park. And so it was, for Haldon Hash, anyway.

A pair of tables, on squeaky feet, stood at the back of an estate car with drinks and treats upon them and gaily festooned with lights. Where there is food there are wild things floating about, in the form of gulls so, the cakes were stored, temporarily, on the back seat of the car. And gulled by Pisswell's rhetoric, one of the S/S keepers handed over a crisp. An Aisle of Plenty awaited H4, for sure.

 

Meanwhile, TV front runners were searching everywhere for the Trail. Soapy was trying to show the way just as a marching column of H4 emerged from a woodland path which, the Hare confirmed now also, was On.

 

Sure enough, a series of "T"s showed us the way. So, through Asheldon Copse we ran, on to Babbacombe Road. Bee Flicker and I ran on until we found other marks. Pollyfella joined us and, between us, we worked out that we were seeing marks that bore little resemblance to those of the 'Pig. Luckily, Pollyfella remembered, from last year, where we should be.

 

Liquid Len and his smashed bottle men ran back and found themselves back On Trail.

 

Up through a narrow wooded area we were led, emerging at the junction of Quinta Road and Windsor Road, which we crossed to enter Warberry Copse. We rejoined Windsor Road which took us, more or less, straight back On Home via Spires secondary school and Plainmoor football ground.

 

At around five and a half miles covered, over some mixed and testing terrain, I feel we had our money's worth. And, we do like to be beside the seaside.

 

We'll done Manpig, you produced the goods again.

 

At the On Down, Supper's Ready for £3 in the pot, if we can find a pot. Pisswell was on duty as RA and awarded Supersonic Scientist, Manpig, a Down-down for his Trail.

 

Coldtits took water for straying onto the H4 Trail (don't tell: they'll charge her a quid!). Ernie did his best to give a Down-down to the RA with all sorts of accusations (which I don't recall now) but, Pisswell turned it into a returnee award. Wonderful potion for Flowery Twats and water for Teapot.

At the RA's request, Manpig (activating his prayer capsule) paid tribute to Bluebird, our Guaranteed Eternal Sanctuary Man, for reaching another Birthday and another Down-down.

 

Soapy was awarded the jester's hat for having her cleverness ignored. After The Ordeal of banter, laughter, (ahem) singing and other general rowdiness (which confused and amused some regulars), the Hash dispersed gradually.

 

Bluebird did as he promised: he sang. It was a Cinema Show of a performance and everyone was impressed, truly. Many Happy Returns of the Day, Bluebird. We miss you at the Hash and we hope to see you more often.

 

As you know, there is always a space with your name on it! On on.

 

Somehow, I volunteered to write the Words: More Fool Me. It was a slow process but, I thought: Get 'Em Out By Friday, it'll be all right.

 

On on, Beefy.

BIRTHDAY HASH OR NOT?

 

Run #2074 Monday 5th May from the Union Inn at Plainmoor 141 St Marychurch Rd, Torquay TQ1 3HW with my emergency men Man-Pig and Poacher. The pub is on the corner of a crossroads nearly opposite Lidl.

This was to be a repeat of last year's Bluebird Birthday Hash from the same venue which had the Out of Tunas providing shanty support. However, after I had a wobble - I successfully plead insanity - I cancelled but dear Man-Pig and Poacher decided to continue, with or without the Birthday Boy.

Monday closing is usually at 6 pm but Dave will be staying open especially for us and, hopefully, will have the usual sarnies available, money in the pot please.

I hope to be able to get back from Brixham Pirate Festival but it will be a close call and I might get stranded. If I don't make my cancelled/possibly resurrected Birthday Hash, give Man-Pig an extra DD on my behalf in absentia.

Parking is on road only, spaces should be available on a Monday.

The best of British with this one

TVH3 The words for 28th April 2025

Hash no 2073: from the Dartmoor Halfway Inn, Bickington.

Hares Poacher and Pisswell

Who woz there: Ernie brought a virgin ?grandaughter. Did she have a name? Sorry not sure if I caught it, but she bravely followed grandad where ever he went. ( more of that later). Wetfart, Beeflicker, Slip-on- me, Ablesemen, Soapy, Melon Picker, Palmolive, Red Rum, Manpig, Strap on, Mane Attraction, Smash, MisMash, Smellie, Warmfront, Big End, Wellhopped, Roger the Dodger, Piltdown man, Georgie Porgie, Wet Johnny, Manopause, Erection, Forrest-Stump, Archangel, Coldtits, Pocket Rocket, Poacher and Pisswell. 31, I think, with No Butt and Mouthful for on Down only. Nice to see you there and share your wineglass!

Circle: GM Pocket Rocket welcomed all to hash no 2073, although he never seems quite sure and nor is anyone else for that matter! Manpig reminded hashers that it would be good to share the workload and new hares and new writers for the words were always welcome. Smellie always happy to book up a date. After beating back the long line of men that then formed a queue, we re-circled! Soapy announced that there would be a cake for cash in a couple of weeks at Wet Johnnys trail. So bake/ bring some cakes and then buy someone else’s! All for Sands, which is a brilliant cause and in our thoughts at the moment.

Pisswell reminded of the Widecombe barndance: food, dancing and free overnight camping on Saturday 28th June, for just £20 with a possibility of breakfast bbq, (at extra cost) and a hash trail, (at no cost!) See events page, tickets going fast!

The trail: Poacher said a bit, Pisswell said a bit, nobody listened and we were off!

Meet Me Halfway. Lyrics by The Black Eyed Peas

Meet me Halfway

Poacher and Pisswell, the two hare P’s

Ooh, you can't be much more halfway than this

Ooh, Newton/ Ashburton, two hares biggest wish

Cool, we spent our time just think-in’, think-in’, think-in’, bout you

Every single route, what we’re really goinga, goinga do

And compromise we’ll have to, have to, have to, have to do

Meet hares, Half way! Let’s drink a, let’s drink a pint or two!!

We spent our time just drinking', thinkin', linkin' the trail.

Crossing the main road, no, we don’t want grizzly, grizzly tales!

And lots of steep and rivers you will, you will, you will sail

Hashers, what's up? Yo? How long?How short? What's up?

We’ll meet at the Halfway, right at the borderline?

That's where we’ll circle up for you

Options for the splits, come what May

Take your hearts to the limit, and the very best lay.

Ooh, ooh, can't you go any further than this?

Ooh, ooh, this must be the best, that’s our only wish

First, you travel cross the road and battle upwards through the trees

Check at the massive hill, and go up crawling on your knees!

We’ll show you where to go, just tell you where you wanna meet

Coombe Park is where you go, missing the main road is quite neat.

Cause hash we want, we, we want to have fun

Wade In the deep grass, grass, go to Bickington

Wanna have a good time, time, we’ll show the muddy way

We split you two-way, ways, this is split today

If you choose long/short split, right at the riverside?

That's where we’re gonna wait for you

We’ll be crossing streams on the way

Trainers dry? that’s the challenge, there is no real way!

Ooh, ooh, you can't go any deeper than this

Ooh, ooh, we want you alive, it's our only wish

Ooh, ooh, Can you go any further than this?

Ooh, ooh, got you in a muddle! Back checks were our wish

Under the bridge to the other side, you must know why

(You must know why)

Long/short split, forgot t’bit for you and I!

(For you and I)

I will try until I die

Past Yeo farm too, (for you and I)

Bridge, bridge, for you and I,

For, for, and hill to die

For, for you and I.

(Why oh why?)

Can you meet at Halfway?

Going meet at Halfway?

Hope you meet at Halfway?

Are you lost at Halfway?

Meet back halfway, right to the top of hill

That's where I'm going right for you

You”ll be lookin' left at the hall

Took your heart to the limit, don’t jump the style and fall!

Ooh, ooh, you can't go any faster than this

Ooh, ooh, It’s flat out down hill, I’d call it bliss

Ooh, ooh, you can't wish for much better than this

Ooh, ooh, all at the on-down , that’s our only wish.

Out takes:

Poacher saying on-on this way meant people went that way, funnily enough, and I never saw him again! So I apologise if you didn’t get the brilliant experience we had imagined! Poachers fault, a Springer Spaniels excitable personality!

However, the trusted steady Labrador Pisswell played in the river, found missing hashers, who never found the last long/ short split, because we forget to lay it, so excited by the back checks etc!

Anyway, I loved running back through the lush long grass in the fields, along with the death defying team, who recklessly abandoned the road for better things!

Down downs:

The hash was thanked for the beers.

GM Pocket Rocket excepted 2 water down downs, causing great concern for his trip home, in being over the limit (and that he might need to stop for a pee.)He was caught out for being barefoot in the river, which didn’t go well. He was unable to reach to put his trainers back on so Red Rum then offered to clean them and dumped one of his dry new trainers in the river! He then entertained us climbing a tree to cross the river and trying to keep the other one dry! His other misdemeanour was wearing sunglasses and a backpack!

He then awarded the Jester hat to Beefy after a long tail about the school bus being held up by a maniac cyclist, dodging death in front of them! Beefy said it was all a misunderstanding and the bus had been tail gating him! Manpig led, “Here’s to the psychotic cyclist, he’s so blue…”

The pub called time so Forrest had to secure his next half pint from the hash. The story went that on his hazardous journey home, he had climbed a gate and one of his balls had dropped! He should have sorted that out long ago!

And finally two half pints left, so the hares met halfway and shared their half pint, with the aid of a borrowed wine glass( sophistication huh?) Piltdown Man was awarded a slow down down for sending the ladies into a frenzie at the sight of his builders bum! ( and possibly some of the men, who knows?)

On on to next week with Poacher and Manpig at the Union Inn, Plainmoor.