Date: Thursday 20th November 2014
Pub: The Camp House, Grimley
Food: Chilli, rice and chips with iceberg garnish or vegetable lasagne
Hares: Legover and helpers
Visitors/virgins: Lovely to see Angie, and I think The Pimp is no longer just a visitor.
Who's the Daddy
Clodhopper and Jasper
Oh, and me!
You had to be hardcore to venture out through the fog to the back of beyond for tonight's hash...there was a distinct drop in numbers, as well as in temperature, from last week. Game Bird thought it was appropriate to crack open the Lidl sweets while we gathered in the car park. Jasper soon warmed things up by attacking poor Hash Quack.
It took a while to find the flour, but at least everyone was nicely warmed up before heading off through the mist along the river towards Worcester.
Eventually we headed right by a little bridge before climbing some steps to the first hash halt.
There was some confusion as we set off again through Hallow because some hashers made the mistake of thinking I knew where I was going. Sorry, The Pimp. Legover was doing his job, luckily, and soon put us right. It looks different in the dark!
And I didn't deliberately turn off my torch. I honestly thought I was shining my light towards those poor guys who ran off half a mile the wrong way, instead of sneaking down the side of The Crown. We didn't lose anyone though.
We carried on through some houses, Shag's dulcet tones contemplating the meaning of life, the universe etc.
After another hash halt it was mostly across fields and there was much calling back from front runners (Who's the Daddy)...despite the huge piles of flour on the fence posts...
While the hashers were checking it out in the wrong direction I thought I'd have a sneaky wee but Legover picked the wrong moment to turn around to tell me to switch my torch off, illuminating me, just as the hashers realised their error and came back...
Everyone found at least one of the On Inns and made it back for the best chilli and lasagne ever!
Briefly interrupted by the indoor shooters selling raffle tickets, but subsequently awarded by Doggy Fashion to:
Legover for a lovely winter hash, and to me for helping, enlisting child slave labour on a school night and for weeing on my trainers.
- There was a Tale of 2 Daves...Clodhopper was thought to be farting throughout the hash, but it turned out to be Jasper's extendable lead making all the noise. And to Who's the Daddy for calling back twice and switching off his torch to sneak up on unsuspecting hashers.
He also got caught up in Game Bird's bush🌳.
Next week: The Pavilion in the Park, Worcester. Plays With IT.