Last week's hash was laid, in his usual chaotic fashion, by Yobbish Behaviour with Minstrel Cycle and Ryan. It seems the hares were as confused laying it as the harriers were running it. Not an enormous turnout for run 1351. Still, we climbed lots of hills, enjoyed the views and did a small bit of running - over about 2 hours.
There was no provision made for the walkers (though Ryan tried to give them some idea) so they did their own thing - walking a few hundred metres and getting back to the cars about 1 1/2 hours before the runners - there being no Blanka to urge them on.
[Editor's note for future reference: there's not much point getting back that early unless someone has a key for the beer locker!!!]
The hares succeeded in making it possible to see the cars from 6 out of 7 holds, something to do with a sense of security. Amazingly enough, they didn't get down downs for their abuse of hash rules - but probably an obvious reason for that - see later. The trail was somewhat haphazard but made more interesting by the hares' behaviour: Yobbish Behaviour kept drifting off to look at the views, oblivious to the fact that some harriers followed him to see if he was on trail and at one point Ryan abandoned the pack altogether to do his sheepdog act and see if he could round up the walkers (who were probably already back at the cars).
The mismanagement committee, adopting a policy of benign autocracy, gave reign to Minstrel Cycle's childhood dream of being RA (figuring that as he will be leaving us in a couple of weeks he can't do too much damage) - so we were entertained with his repertoire of ditties, some Hash-related and others just, well, Minstrel'y. Interestingly enough, Minstrel Cycle, in giving his pre-circle instructions to the assembled, insisted that all beverages be held in the left hand and then spent the rest of the time holding his beer in his right hand!
The hares got their down downs (after all were convinced to orally agree on one point about the trail: that 'it sucked'), as did a few virgins, including Leslie, a temp at the US embassy; a couple of young lads and Jooste from the Netherlands.
Sinners included SCBs White Trashed and Littlejohn, who gave up looking for obscure trail after 1.5 hours and made up their own route back; Omar and his wife for sex on the hash, along with Stephen and Maria - we were treated to a demonstration thereof and both couples were then allowed on carry on if they wished; Lor(ele)i for leaving (though promising/threatening to be back next year, perhaps with some extra glitter on her fingers?) No down-downs for the hares' ability to set almost all hold checks in view of the cars - MC short of memory perhaps?
The circle ended with an interesting rendition of Swing Low, Sweet Chariot - choirmaster please?
Ryan and Lori brought 4kg of marinaded chicken, expecting a barbecue, but there was no fire to cook it on, so it probably went back into storage for next time - should be delicious.
[Editor's note: If it doesn't say 'BBQ' on the website or in the weekly email, there probably isn't going to be one!]
This 'Hash Trash' was brought to you courtesy of Littlejohn with some subtle editing by Rowdy.
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