Run #2036 Monday 2nd September
Circle up 7:15 pm from Tinpickle And Rhum, The Moorland Hotel, Haytor, Newton Abbot TQ13 9XT with Slip on Me.
Food to be ordered before the circle please.
See menus below.
Monday 2 September 2024
TVH3 The Words for 26th August 2024
Trendlebere Down middle car park
Run No. 2035
HARE: Beefy
Who
wuz there: Beefy, Shitfaced, Man-Pig, Hotlips, Zoot, Pisswell,
Beeflicker, Ernie, Slip-on-Me, Wetfart, Runner Bean, Peter (Runner
Bean's brother), Piltdown Man, Georgy Porgy, Smash, Melonpicker, Soapy,
Miss-Ing, Miss'Ing's daughter, Justin, Dylan, Ollie, Wide Receiver
and returnee Red Rum and one virgin whose name I'm afraid I don't get
who was brought along by Slip-on-Me
Circle
Another
bank holiday. what would the turnout be? Not bad actually....23.
Beefy's Facebook directions to the car park were inch perfect, 0.2 miles
past the cattle grid so no-one got lost en route to the Hash. The
return to the Dolphin would be a little more complex as the road had
been closed off at the roundabout so we all had to loop around via the
swimming pool road.
Shitfaced
welcomed all to run number 2035 and asked if either Zoot or Hotlips
had anything to say about this weekends TVH3 40th anniversary
weekend.....nothing! All sorted then.
No Smellie so no update from the Hare Razor but I think we only have 30th December to fill.
Shitfaced
asks the long time absent returnee and a virgin into the Circle. He
purloins Beefy's flour and welcomes both in the time honoured
manner....a liberal dusting of flour on their trainers. Talking of
trainers, Shitfaced was sporting a new design of super light running
wear. I think that they are called flip flops and he still managed to
get to the sweetie stop before anyone else.
Over
to the Hare, who was a little red in the face as he'd only just
arrived back from laying the trail. Beefy explained that tonight's trail
was not so long; about four and a half for the Longs, three and three
quarters for the Shorts and the trail could be as low as two and a
half for the Walkers BUT....only if they heeded the marks.
Beefy
then proceeded to put two new style marks on the ground - a " "T" and
an "XX". I think the idea was that, if you wanted an ultra short,
simply walk through these marks.
Trail
The
trail crossed the main road and into Yarner Wood and the first of
three Long/Short splits. The Shorts and Walkers carried straight on
whilst the Longs went left and down the broad track that leads down to
the Southwest Water pumping station.
Runner
Bean, Beeflicker, Justin and Dylan were runaway FRB's with Man-Pig
and Peter chasing hard. Also on the longs were Miss-Ing and Ernie but
we didn't see them again until we were back at the car park.
For all things that go down there must be an equal an opposite part of the trail that goes up.
Sure
enough, just after running through the SWW car park, the trail
diverted onto a narrow upward path before opening onto a wider track.
Peter succumbed to a stitch and slowed down just before we overtook
Slip-on-Me and friend.
The
broad track was initially flat and then dropped a little before a
sharp U-bend where we passed Soapy, Melon Picker and Ollie.
A
little further on, we passed Zoot and Hotlips just before arriving at
the second Long/Short split. A sharp left and downhill for the Longs
on what proved to be a large loop that took us back to this L/S split
to rejoin the Walkers & Shorts' trails.
At
the bottom of the Longs' loop, I caught up with Beeflicker, Justin
and Dylan and stayed with them for the rest of the trail. Runner Been
was well out in front and all of the checks had been kicked out.
On
our return to the second L/S split, we caught up with Red Rum just
before the final L/S split. The last Long took us around the western
periphery of Yarner Woods before we again rejoined the Walkers and the
Shorts.
Once
again, we passed Slip-on-Me and friend, Ollie, Melonpicker, Soapy,
Zoot and Hotlips in exactly the same order as we'd encountered them
previously.
We
dropped down to a semi-open area where some Dartmoor ponies had
congregated. They would have made a good photo had we stopped.
In
next to no time, we were at the sweetie stop where we caught up with
Shitfaced, Miss'Ing's daughter, Piltdown Man, Georgy Porgy and, of
course, the Hare. We were treated to three varieties of Haribos and then
the final trek home. down, down and down a broad track where we
nearly overshot a tiny bridge to our left.
We
now embarked on a climb up and along a narrow path and through a gate
onto a wide grassed track. this was the final downhill and back to
the gate whence we originally entered Yarner Wood. It was 8.38pm. A
short but thoroughly enjoyable run and no need for torches. Time for a
beer!
Down-Downs
Forrest-Stump
had got waylaid at the Lustleigh show where Perry & Mitch had won
the dog racing competition so it was down to Man-Pig to RA.
For a change there we're quite a few awards present from previous weeks.
First
up was Hotlips who had the Hashshit shirt. This Hotlips awarded to
Red Rum. Her misdemeanour(s)? Forgetting what almost every Hash mark
stood for. Despite calls for red Rum to remove her top she sensibly
wore the bio hazard over her blouse. "Hold it in your hand Mrs Murphy"
Wide
Receiver has the Checking Chicken hat from Cheerio's Hash a fortnight
ago. This he gives to Peter (Runner Bean's brother) for getting lost
on trail and then getting even more lost after seeking some
misdirections from a passing motorcyclist. This subsequently dictated
that Pisswell had to go out in her car and rescue him from Trendlebere
upper car park. A note for, "The misguided one".
Shitfaced
has the Jesters' hat. This he awards to Pisswell. this is not for
being a knight in shining armour and for recovering a young man (Peter)
from Trendlebere upper car park. This is for suggesting that they
stop at a lay-by on the way back.....should have brought the camper
van! A note for "The sex pest".
The
RA was just about to give the final award to the Hare when there was a
shout from the floor. "Justin has yet to be named".
There
were some suggestions based on his Christian name along the lines of
"two inches" but his profession is a potter. The unanimous vote/roar
was for Wedgie...after Josiah Wedgwood. The RA gets Wedgie on his
knees and duly anoints him under the powers invested in him by the
great Hash God...."urbi et orbi I baptise you and from this day on
thou shalt be known as Wedgie".
The
poor Hare hadn't had a drink but he was a tad thirsty after spending
the evening running around for 13 miles so he was appreciative of the
last half pint of water. Some people are so easily pleased.
Next week
Next
week's Hash is from The Moorland Hotel with Slip-on-Me haring. Bring
your torches as it's just beginning to get dipsy now after 8.30.
On-On to next week. MP
Saturday 24 August 2024
TRENDLEBERE DOWN CP
Run #2035 Monday 26th August Circle up from Trendlebere Down C.P. Nr Bovey Tracey with Beefy.
What3words: intersect.slave.locals
On Down The Dolphin 1A Station Rd, Bovey Tracey, Newton Abbot TQ13 9AL
EATERS PLEASE NOTE
If
anyone wants to eat from the menu, they must notify the pub by Sunday.
If they want cheesy chips, they can inform the pub on the day.
Run #2034 Monday 19th August
Circle up from Heatree Activity Centre, Manaton
With Pisswell
FLINTSTONES HASH
Who Wuz there?
Pisswell,
Beefy, Piltdown man, Georgie Porgy, Checkmate, Leyton, Oscar, Beth,
ManPig, Forrest, Smellie, Beeflicker, Satnav, Wet Johnny, Johnny (the
Wet Jonny Imposter wearing matching coats), Runner bean, Peter, Ernie
and Cory (grandson), Strap on, Gaffa, Goldfish, Cheesy Nipples, Chessy
Helmet, Coldtits, Elisa, Jonathon, Miss Inn, Soapy, Melon Picker,
Palmolive, Andy, Sarah, Wetfart, Artful Dogger.
(Hope that’s correct as I couldn’t see very well by the firelight, nor could anyone)
Circle:
In
the absence of a GM, Piltdown Man welcomed hashers to circle around
the fire pit in the middle of the round house at Heatree. Manpig
bravely ran through hot smouldering coals to make room for others and we
all smelt smoky pig from there on.
A
young virgin was announced and dealt with in the usual way! Returnees
Gaffa and Goldfish ( I think) were welcomed back, although there were
others just too frightened of joining the inner circle.
Lurking
in the dimsy light were also Cheesy Nipples and Cheesy Helmet, not
seen since their award winning Sandridge Barton wine tour hash last
year.
Hare raiser Smellie only has one date left for “the last day of the year”, Dec 30th, if anybody wants to lay a trail.
On to The hare:
Pisswell
thanked those who had worn Flintstone outfits and invited them to the
inner circle. As Smellie was as yet undressed, the winner would be
decided later. A free grout ( Rugglestone currency) would be awarded to
the best fancy dress, which could be exchanged for a pint for the
winner.
Pisswell
explained the normal 3 trails. She had forgotten her tablet of stone
to read from, so made up some distances, each one longer than the
other. She had got very cold and wet so although there were some checks
this week, they were only one and on. After Cheerio Beerio’s great
swim at the beach success, there would again be time for a quick dip,
no swim wear required!
The
hare had left her square wheeled bike available for hire but had
decided to take her hastily made cardboard car with enamel plated
steering wheel. (Petrol not yet invented!)
The hash left to an on-on chorus of yabbadabbadoo!
The trail:
Yabba-dabba-doo!
Flintstones, at the round house
It’s the hash tonight for Teign valley
From the town of Heatree
Virgin ground wrote down in history
Circle in the Stone Age house we meet
Dressed up, now whose outfit can you beat?
When you’re with Teign valley
Have a yabba-dabba-doo time,
Best fancy dress time,
we’ll have a Flintstones time
…………
Lit up by the lights there
Pisswell (hare) will tell you all the way
All go to Heath-er-Combe
And then “make your choice”, what’s she will say
Walkers take a quick way if they like
Or bor-row the hare’s old square wheeled bike
Shorts go to Nats-worthy
Whilst the longs go up a steep hill
A bitter sweet pill
A Heathercombe steep hill
……………..
Pointless! You’ve the same place
Some more late as it is plain to see
Crossing the same road there
(Locals call it gate at Nats-wor-thy.)
Let’s run down the lane towards Jays grave
All will join to see her resting place
When you’re choosing splits there
Have a yabba-dabba chew time
A quick dip in time
A crunchy crisps old time!
…….
Walkers to the left there
Whilst the others look up Bowerman’s nose!
Shorts straight on to Blissmoor,
Whilst the longs go right up to his toes
Sneeze blows, Bowerman is full of snot
Blissmoor is now bog, with tors on top
On home to Heatree now
Have an on downs Rugglestone time
At Widecombe time
We’ll have a great old time!
We’ll have a gay old time!!!!
Yabaa-dabba-doo!
Out takes from the trail:
Coldtits arrived late and then got lost on the Heatree grounds before the start!
Wetfart had a lift up the first hill and then asked if the rest was all downhill!
The first hill for the longs was endless, causing Pisswell to wheel spin when she stopped to offer oxygen from her car!
The
resulting downhill through a bog (in an eerie Dartmoor mist) was I
imagine pretty hard core as the hare was pretty scared laying it. Even
brave fire fighter Cheesy Helmet said he left deep skid marks!
Natsworthy
gate seemed to go without incident but the quick dip did cause a
little confusion! Kitty Jay turned in her grave as she hosted crisps,
bread sticks, Doritos and a selection of dips, so why were hashers
taking their clothes off? Beefy and Beeflicker had barely anything on!
The
split at Jays grave was getting late. Most walkers could get off road
to Cripdon Down South Tor and then home. shorts and longs went to
varying views of Bowermans nose. Lovely to see some photos of the
heather and gorse there. And sorry, I must apologise, but the maniac
cloud burst earlier at that point, had caused the hare to climb down
over steep rocks from Hayne Down North Tor and just shelter in
Bowerman’s nasal passages (nasal hare) and not give a shit! ( meant to
say that at the circle). So bit rubbish there.
Jonathan
tried out Manaton road a few times (nice pub, the Kestor) and then
decided to go through Blissmoor with everyone else. The hare had
snipped away the brambles, flattened the bracken, hoovered the ticks,
sponged the bog so it was quite easy in the oncoming dark!
Eventually,
all returned by phone light but with firefighter Cheesy Helmet
leading the rescue mission of Cheesy Nipples, Pisswell, Manpig and
Elisa (super hashos), and rescuing Ernie and Cory, Coldtits, Jonathon
and Forerst. (who was already at the pub I think!) Please let me know
if this was correct. Hope I didn’t forget anybody! Is anyone still out
there?
The down downs at the Rugglestone:
The
latecomers came in to an empty pub! Had they all gone home? In fact,
there was no room at the Inn and they had been offered a lowly outdoor
shed for the miracle of all getting home in one piece!
Unfortunately,
some hashers had chosen not to stay as their welcome had not been
fitting of the importance of their mighty conquest! All jokes aside, I
am really sorry about that.
The
pub had provided free down downs though, although they took some time
for the hare to obtain. Maybe that’s why the RAs Forrest and Manpig
forgot to thank the pub for the beers and they wouldn’t have heard us
anyway!
Manpig was an amazing songmeister but I can’t remember what we sang so I will make it up or miss it out.
First up was Beeflicker who had gone off piste into an angry farmer's field.
“Here’s to the piste taker, he’s so blue….”
Strap
on had noted Beefy and Pisswell had swapped matching hash t-shirts.
Beefy had said that he was “unable to pull it off without help!”
“Here’s to the pulled off….”
The
hare, whose hash was “too dry”, “too much sun”, “too flat”, “too much
swimming”, “too many graves”, or some thing like that, was given a
down down. She asked if the longs were exhausted from the hills. Had
they preferred it up? Or preferred it down? As there was a quick
recovery from all involved, everyone appeared satisfied!
And
then to the free pint for the best dressed. As Smellie was not in the
running anymore, votes were given for Wilmur Coldtits, Caveman Beefy,
Cavewoman Pisswell and then Forrest. Winning by the most decibels was
Forrest, who looked great swinging a huge mallet and club and wearing
a black wig and dead rabbit skin waistcoat! He not only won the grout
for a free pint at the pub but awarded himself the remaining down
down!
Before
leaving, he amused us by the tale of Archangels missed down down from
the week before. Apparently, whilst paddling his kayak (and offering
his David Hasselhoffs lifesaving ability) at Cheerio Beerios hash and
dip in the sea, he was so swept away by the skimpy bikinis and thongs
that he mislaid his paddle. So he is now dobbed in and definitely up
the creek without a paddle!
Next
week: Beefys hash at middle car park at Trendlebeer down, with the on
down at The Dolphin at Bovey Tracey (That’s Bovey, Shitfaced)
On on to next week or ….
Yabbadabbadoo!
Yabbadabbadoo!
Saturday 17 August 2024
BACK TO THE MOOR
Run #2034 Monday 19th August 7:15 pm circle up from Heatree Activity Centre, Manaton, Dartmoor, Devon, TQ13 9XE with Pisswell.
Proceed past Hound tor rocks, take the next left at Heatree cross and the Activity Centre is on the left partway up the hill.
YABBA DABBA DOO!
Please come along with Flintstone themed outfits if possible.
On down is the Rugglestone. down in darkest Widecombe in the Moor.
Rugglestone
baguettes for Monday. Also available egg and bacon. Please phone in
your orders yourself on 01364 621327. Don’t forget Flintstone outfits if
you can! A pint to the wearer of the best outfit x
TVH3 The Words for 12th August 2024
Torquay Athletic Rugby Football Club
Run No. 2033 - Teapot's return!
HARE: Cheerio Beerio
Who
wuz there: Cheerio Beerio, Man-Pig, Shitfaced, Archangel, Hotlips,
Zoot, Beefy, Pisswell, Forrest-Stump, Perry, Beeflicker, Squeaky Bum,
Fukarewe, Ernie, Corry? (Ernie's grandson), Slip-on-Me, Ablesemen,
Wetfart, Coldtits, Psycho, Runner Bean, Plonka, Roger the Dodger, Well
Hopped, Ned, Melonpicker, Soapy, Palmolive, Strap-On, Strap Dancer,
U-Bend, Polyfella, Miss'Ing, Wet-Johnny, Manopause, Wide Receiver,
Wigwam, Mrs Sheen, Bobbiball, Miss Piggy, Satnav, Andy, Beth and virgins
Peter (brought by Runner Bean) and a lady whose name I'm afraid I did
not catch....and finally a big welcome back to TEAPOT!
Circle
Well, I pretty much missed the Circle. Like a lot of other Hashers, I was somewhat bamboozled by the parking arrangements.
Fair
enough, the Hare had advised that there were only about 10 free
parking spots at TARFC....but where were they? They were immediately
next to the clubhouse; the boundary between free parking and pay parking
being delineated by some railway sleepers.
The
early birds comprising the Hare, Shitfaced, Pisswell, Forrest, Wide
Receiver, Strap-On etc had bagged the free parking. For the others it
all got, well, rather confusing.
First
we had to identify the free and the not so free parking areas. Then we
had to interpret some confusing signage regarding the parking at the
Recreation Ground i.e. what if any of the parking spots were set aside
for uses of the Recreation Ground (I didn't even know that the
recreation ground and TARFC were one in the same). Then we had to work
out how to pay.
There
didn't appear to be any ticket machines. Hence no way to pay by cash
or card only. The Instructions on how to pay for your car parking
seemed to require a combination of internet access and a credit card.
Miss'ing
couldn't access the Ringo app as she had a credit card but no mobile
phone. Others had cash but no card. The preferred method of payment was
by use of the Ringo app and registering a credit card. This, of course
assumed:
1. that you had a smart phone
2. that there was decent signal strength
3. that you either had your credit card with you or could remember the number
4. that you were savvy enough to download and use the app
5. that you were comfortable with registering your credit card details on the app
This
was all a bit of a faff and caused Cheerio Beerio no end of problems
as one Hasher after another asked how do do this or that in relation to
the parking.
In
fact, Cheerio was getting a bit flustered by it all. Some Hashers
decided that they would double & treble park in the 10 free spaces
and eventually got about 15 cars squeezed in. For others the cost and
the faffing around was just too much. They simply moved their cars and
parked on road.
For
those that did use the Ringo app, the icing on the cake was, what I
assume to be, a hidden fee. I assiduously followed the instructions on
the Ringo app and registered my credit card. I paid £3.75 for three
hour's parking as advertised. However, the app then bills me for £4.10. I
had a good look at the parking signage and it looks as though there is
no method of paying other than by the app. Hence the advertised prices
constitute fraudulent misrepresentation as there does not appear to be
any means of paying only the advertised parking charges without
incurring a handling fee......or perhaps the advertised prices are out
of date and the current fee is £4.10? Can anyone throw some light on the
35p discrepancy?
Eventually,
I made it to the end of the circle and missed any announcements.
Piltdown Man, Georgy Porgy and Smellie were absent so no update on Hares
but I think we're pretty OK for the foreseeable future.
It
was over to the Hare who promised us some nice viewpoints and then
fibbed about distances and directions. The Walkers' was about 1.5 miles;
the Shorts' about 3 and the Longs' trail about 5
miles......allegedly. There was a sweetie stop and an opportunity for a
swim (near the sewage outlet!). There was a single Long/Short
split.....err plus the one at the entrance to the rugby club.
Trail
Wide
Receiver was obviously paying less attention than I was and spent the
first mile off trail. For everyone else, the Longs' turned right out of
the car park and the Shorts' and Walkers' turned left along the
seafront towards the centre of town.
The
Longs went on a loop up Rathmore Road then left along Goshen Road,
across Walnut Road, right along Rosery Road and Sandford Road before a
U-bend into Millbrook Park. Up Mill Lane and onto Avenue Road.
Up
to this point, I was with the tail-enders on the Longs'; U-Bend, Soapy
and Palmolive. By the time we crossed up to Chestnut Avenue and
dropped onto the footpath between Torre Abbey and the Riviera Centre, I
had caught up with Strap-On, Ernie and Pisswell.
The
trail took us across Torre Meadow (the bit without the Fair on it) to
rejoin the Walkers' and the Shorts' trails along the seafront. Then it
was left and up Shedden Hill Road, across the zebra crossing behind the
site of the old Palm Court Hotel (long since been demolished and
replaced with seafront bars and restaurants) and up onto Rock Walk.
Was this virgin territory for TVH3? I'm sure Bluebird will enlighten us.*
I
have certainly done Rock Walk with AshHash a couple of times over the
past two years but I don't recall ever having been up here with TVH.
At
it's highest point, a VP had been marked. The sun is out and there is
barely a cloud in the sky. We are treated to a spectacular view across
the bay towards Brixham. We also have an eagle's (Seagull's) eye view
of what is happening down at street level....including the FRB's
heading back towards the rugby club. It was well worth the climb.
The descent took us down opposite the theatre and onto the promenade where we caught up with the Walkers.
We followed the marks along the promenaded, zig zagging between tourists, young and old.
Soon,
"Man-Pig - stop". I had nearly overrun the sweetie stop. But this was
no ordinary sweetie stop. This was a well orchestrated opportunity for a
swim.
The
pack divided into swimmers and non-swimmers. The landlubbers remained
dry, nibbling Cheerio's titbits and taking in the view. In fact,
Ablesemen and Slip-on-Me looked quite the part sat on their blue and
white striped deckchairs.
"Enjoying your holidays my dears?"
"Oh yes".
For the swimmers, the initial shock of the cold soon faded and we had a job getting them out.
Archangel
had brought his kayak and was making sure that Hashers didn't get too
ambitious and swim out too far. Beefy looked for all the world like a
tourist on the Riviera. He had obviously been out in the sun whilst
wearing a vest and he was now showing off his white bits. All he needed
now was a knotted hanky on his head and he'd be a dead ringer for a
1960's tourist in Torbay.
Despite
a thorough screening of all the Harriets exiting the sea, Man-Pig
concluded that the winner of the wet T-shirt competition was Wet-Johnny.
Forrest
decided to take on the role of hash-flash and snapped a couple of
photos of the ensemble gathered on the beach whilst a wet Psycho
decided to give a dry Man-Pig an unwanted wet hug.
When
we got back to the rugby club, I did offer her the Hashshit shirt to
dry herself with. It was declined. I can't think why.
Dip
and nibbles over, it was back on trail. We continued along the
promenade and then dropped down onto the beach for a couple of hundred
yards before arriving at the Walkers/ Long & Short split opposite
the rugby club.
For
the Longs and the Shorts, it was another drop onto the beach and then
a climb up to Corbyn Head on the footsteps behind the beach
huts....another piece of virgin territory.
Beeflicker snapped a photo of the war memorial at the site of the Corbyn Head anti-aircraft battery.
The
trail continued southwest along the edge of the A379 before an arrow
had us crossing another zebra crossing and heading up Cockington Lane.
The
FRB's comprised Beeflicker, Beefy, Psycho, Well Hopped and a
struggling Pig....too many sweeties at the sweetie stop. Another almost
U-turn and back along Hennapyn Road and back to the rugby club.
There endeth the run. Yes, it was almost all road and no checks......at all.
But this was more than made up for by the views from Rock Walk and Corbyn Head and the fantastic sweetie/swim stop.
A sterling solo effort by our Hare Cheerio Beerio....you can lay again!
*TVH
has been along the Rock Walk in the distant past. A nameless hare once
led the pack a merry dance in there with hashers colliding with each
other on the sharp bends.
Down-Downs
Back
at the clubhouse, the undoubted highlight of the evening was the
return of Teapot. I do not know who was more pleased to see who. Teapot
has made a noticeable improvement over the past 10 days and came
outside to witness the Down-Downs.
Before
the DD's, he told us how much he had missed us all and to thank all
those that had been in contact with him.....we've missed you too
Teapot....a lot.
It
was also time to say goodbye to Wigwam and Mrs Sheen as they were
returning to Poland early the next morning. Come again soon. It's always
great to see you.
And then it's time for the Down-Downs with Forrest presiding.
The
first up is U-Bend. He has the Shithead Hat. This he awards to Cheerio
Beerio for getting in a fluster regarding confusing instructions as to
how to pay for parking. There is only beer on the table so she elects
for a glass of water instead. "Here's to the flustered one...."
Man-Pig
was going to give the Hashshit shirt to the Hare for the absence of
any checks. However, now that the water's gone and only beer left, he
will have to find another candidate. Hence he turned his attention to a
group of non swimming Hashers of a certain age.
For
some reason this group, who comprise Ernie, Strap-On and Fukarewe, are
edging ever so slowly towards the southwest. What is the attraction?
There nothing over there apart from three young women in the world's
smallest bikinis trying to get on a paddle board.
"What paddle board?" pipes up Hotlips. Immediately, Man-Pig is gifted with the answer to his conumdren:
"To whom shall I give the Hashshit shirt?"
The Hashshit shirt immediately flies into Hotlips' arms for not paying attention at the swim stop.
"Here's to the short-sighted one....."
Another
incident of short sightedness ....but what for & to whom? Cheerio
Beerio reports on a very athletic hasher, but one who must be a little
short sighted as he completed the first mile and a half completely
off-trail. Didn't you Wide receiver? A note for the short-sighted one
for the second time.
There
is a story about an elitist Hasher who didn't want to swim with the
main body of Hashers. So, he found his own beach for a private
dip.......Roger the Dodger. A note for the elitist and a half pint of
ale.
Shitfaced
comes up with a wind-up story. He has convinced Forrest that his car
has been clamped. Forrest panics and rushes over to his car. It is not
clamped. "A note for the anxious one" or some such thing.
Next week
Next week's Hash is from somewhere near Manaton with Pisswell as Hare. Accurate details to be posted on the TVH3 Facebook page.
On-On to next week. MP
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