Lock Inn, Wolverley

# 216

Date: Thursday 13^th September 2012

Pub: The Lock Inn, Wolverley

Food: meat / veggie chilli & chunky chips (with spoons!!!!)

Beers: Marston’s beers, Strongbow & Thatcher’s Gold ciders

Hare: Saint

Visitors: none

Virgins: none

Crossdresser commended Copulation for his forthcoming Great North run

Trail: A distinct lack of ladies this evening but nevertheless a lovely 5-mile trail around Wolverley for just 15 hashers, 3 kids and 2 hounds.   We were lucky to find the trail at all apparently, as some kids followed Saint around kicking out the spots!  First up to the church, down through the village, across a field of horses and back down towards the village (I don’t think we were ever too far from the on-inn for this one) Down to the canal, up the 37 steps and along a narrow path where some of us missed the right trail - oops!  Down to Broadwaters park, with a lovely light show at the final halt.  Back through Springfield park, where we hope we didn’t disturb the bat watchers, finally back along the canal and to the on inn.

Doggy Fashion turned up for dinner and down downs again, awarding them to Saint, the hare; Tough Love for his newly acquired exceedingly bright headlight (earning him the name Torchy the Battery Boy); Dr Whiplash for his part in getting Tough Love, Shag, Cinderella & Hot Lips lost (not to mention him pushing Crossdresser and Shag into the stream at Springfield); Richard for getting lost before he’d even turned up; Spotted Dick for his kit contribution to the army hash (and breaking his toe!) and finally, jointly, to Hot Lips and Hard On for the three-legged incident.

Hot Lips x

Next week: The Kings Arms, Ombersley

PS  Hot Lips I’m quizzing to raise funds for Sight Concern next week so would be very grateful if someone could write the blog, many thanks x 

Ye Olde White Harte, Kinver

# 215

Date: Thursday 6^th September 2012

Pub: Ye Olde White Harte, Kinver

Beers: Banks bitter

Food: off the menu

Hare: Clodhopper

Virgins: none

Visitors: Dr Whiplash (Leamington Spa)

Trail: A fine, late summer’s evening saw about 20 hashers, 4 mini hashers and a couple of canine hashers in the picturesque Kinver.  Shag was momentarily halted in a 50 shades sort of way into the car park and had to resort to mobile distraction therapy but he was soon looking to go halves with Crossdresser on the meal deal.  A hilly and sandy one tonight around Kinver Edge.   Crossdresser left his ability to count on the Isle of Skye and called on-on along a falsie – we almost thought we’d lost him and the Amateur.  Plenty of fruity sweets to help us along the way – they certainly worked wonders for Batman & Darth Radar who remained amongst the FRBs right until the end – well done boys!  Torches required for the final furlong and a few bats encountered on the way back to the on-inn too. 

Doggy Fashion turned up for dinner and down-downs, awarding them to Clodhopper for his trail of a questionable mileage, plus finding out that he also forgot part of his own trail too, trying to send us the wrong way; Crossdresser for his poor numeracy skills; Tits or Treats for falling over Shag (misinformation as it was actually the Amateur that fell over Shag and the Pro but who really cares?); Dr Whiplash, tonight’s virgin whom we hope we haven’t put off; Wrong for LONG-cutting – that’s just SO wrong; Just Alan was named Slim Boy Fat and finally, Batman and Darth Radar for their impressive front running

Hot lips

Next week: The Lock, Wolverley

The Baiting House, Upper Sapey

# 214

Date: Thursday 30^th August 2012

Pub: The Baiting House, Upper Sapey

Beers: Butty Bach, HPA, Guinness

Food: meat/veggie lasagne & chips followed by Major Bills’ army hash cakes

Hares: Corporal Shag and Major Bills

Virgins: Rosie and Cliff

Visitors: Dangerous Dave

Trail: Another excellent turn out this evening for our army hash – around 30 adults, a couple of kids, all kitted out in camo gear, plus the usual pack of hounds – even Charlie had his warpaint on!  First up, the assault course in the field beyond the pub car park – the tyres, then the scramble net where Shag and Batman took no prisoners and superbly soaked all those going under!  We almost had a mishap when Babooshka managed to run free but Hot Lips caught her before she went AWOL.  Off down the road and into the boggy fields, just one hash halt this evening with a fine selection of sweets.  Down through the dense undergrowth, slip-sliding down and round to the next assault - the waterfall climb.  Half the hashers climbed it and came back down through the caves (Captain Caveman was in his element!), the rest of us just posed for photos at the bottom!  Winding back down through cornfields and road to the river Teme at Stanford Bridge where the final assault was to cross the river.  A few tried and (just about) succeeded, Captain Caveman almost got washed away but regailed this as the best fun ever!  We almost lost the virgins too, as the rope across the river gave way, but all were safe (thankfully).  Ironically, we did manage to lose 2 hashers who had broken free from the platoon.  The rest of us made the trip back up the hill on the tractor trailer with a bit of a sing-song along the way too!  A welcome warm up from the woodburning stove back at the Bait, some lovely food, lovely beer, lovely army hash cakes from Major Bills, presents for Luke and a heartfelt text from Crossdresser all the way from the Isle of Skye.  Truly a hash to remember!

Down downs: awarded by Doggy Fashion to Corporal Shag and Major Bills for their original hash; Virgins Rosie and Cliff (glad they weren’t washed away), visitor Dangerous Dave (very aptly named for tonight’s trail); Cyclopath and Get Down Shep for going AWOL; Hard On just for being himself and finally to Italian Job as it’s his leaving do.

Hot Lips

Next Week: Ye Olde White Hart, Kinver

Doggy Fashion’s Drill for Italian Job

I don’t know but I’ve been told

When Luke was born they broke the mould

Can he be Roberto’s son?

Maybe the wife was having some fun

He likes a game of towel flick

But don’t catch your dad on his dick

We will miss his buff torso

When he is a commando

They’ll be farting in the dorm

It will keep you really warm

But don’t bend over in the shower

Or you’ll be in there for an hour

He has even learnt to iron

He’ll be sharing a bunk with Private Ryan

Up all night rubbing his gun

There’s no time for girls or fun

He has been a superstar

In his career he will go far

We can’t wait ‘til he’s on leave
When he comes back we’ll be really pleased

Hop Pole Inn, Droitwich

#213

Date: Thursday 23^rd August 2012

Pub: Hop Pole Inn, Droitwich

Beers: Wye Valley Brewery beers (HPA etc), John Smiths, Theakstons, Guinness

Food: meat/veggie chilli & rice

Hare: Early Riser

Virgins: none

Visitors: Spongebob, Robbo & Dr Foster

Trail: An excellent turn out this evening: 23 adults, 4 kids and the usual half a dozen hounds for a fairly flat, dry road run this evening (much to Wrong’s dismay).  Quite a long run too, through Droitwich town, a little bit of greenery in the park and back along the canal.  4 HH’s but us slow runners totally were too late for the final one! (Roll on the kids going back to school).  Lovely food and beer to welcome us back though.

Down downs were awarded by Doggy Fashion (still recovering from the flip flop injury) to Early Riser for his flourless trail, redeemed only by decent sweets and drinks; Wrong who came over a little queer and disappeared for part of the trail; Spongebob for climbing steep banks; Italian Job for trying to garrotte himself on barbed wire; finally to Cinderella and Hard On for their skipping!!

Hot Lips

Next week: The Baiting House, Upper Sapey 

The Cat Inn, Enville

# 211

Date: Thursday 9^th August

Pub: The Cat Inn, Enville

Food: meat or veggie lasagne

Beers: Enville Ale,Enville Ginger Beer Enville White, Porter, Hobsons, HPA

Hare: Compost (with a little help from Wrong!)

Virgins: none

Visitors: Richard from Jersey, wife & son of Lassie

Trail: so at last we have some summer sunshine!  Most had to battle with the roadworks on the A449 to get to the Cat but about 25 hashers, a few walkers, a handful of kids and the usual pack of dogs turned up for a wonderful evening’s trek around the countryside.  The kids set off as the front-runners but we somehow ended up at the first halt without them - luckily, our friendly copper herded them up at the rear.  Some very tall foliage this evening with dried out oil seed rape fields and nettles; some skittish horses, near Enville Hall and we were all on adder alert on the (shortened version) home run.

Doggy Fashion awarded down downs to Compost and Wrong for their safari hash, Richard our visitor (the RA certainly seemed quite excited at having a “big dick” in the room); Copulation for looking at Annie’s inner goddess and farting (not because he looked at Annie’s inner goddess I hope you understand!).  There were some Olympic awards too: the bronze was awarded to Crossdresser for his 4 day endurance on his computer trying to get Olympic tickets; silver was awarded to Steve (son of Lassie) for his pole vault event without the pole and the gold was awarded to the Amateur for picking up Wrong’s right trail and running 9 miles! Was this caused by an inner Tom-Tom failure?  His hash horn was certainly a bit hoarse earlier…

Hot Lips

Next week: The Honey Bee, Doverdale

The Queens Head, Wolverley

Hash #210

Photo to go with previous!!!

The Queen’s Head, Wolverley

#210

Date: Thursday 2^nd August 2012

Pub: The Queen’s Head, Wolverley

Food: off the menu

Beers: Banks’s bitter & mild, 5 Hops, Thatcher’s Gold cider

Hare: Saint

Visitors: none

Virgins: none

Trail: A relatively short one this evening for Saint’s “mini-me hash.” 

23 adults, 3 kids and 4 dogs set off for a beautiful run out from the Queen’s Head.  The Amateur didn’t sound his horn at the first check so a few were lost right at the start but we soon caught up to encounter a little friskiness from a mini pony!  Along Kinver Edge and a welcome HH with beers, soft drinks and plenty of sweets.  A wonderful downpour of rain in the sunshine with a wonderful rainbow to go with it, however,  despite the glorious scenery, Wrong still felt wronged at the amount of road running this evening and short-cutted back to the on-inn.

Our RA wasn’t able to run again this evening but she was back at the on-inn to award down-downs to Saint for his mini-me hash; to Hot Lips for her 50 shades of Olympic trampolining; Mike who was felled by his very own disloyal dog; the 3 mini-me’s – Windy Miller, Lost Skywalker and Caleb; special mention, as always, goes to Hard On for his new trainers, and to Hard On and Italian Job for their shenanigans on the car park (a bit of a cock fight if the truth be told) 

Caleb was named Dananananananananananananananana Batman!  And Mike was named Get Down Shep.

Hot Lips

Next week: The Cat at Enville