# 291
Date: Thursday 23rd January 2014
Pub: The Mug House, Claines
Beers: Oxford Gold, Cocker Hoop, Thatcher’s Gold cider
Food: chips, sandwiches and pasties – lush
Hare: Leg Over (Oh no its wasn’t! Oh yes it was!)
Visitors/virgins: none (well, almost)
Trail: The pantomime hash
About 25 of us arrived for this evening’s performance:
Act 1: The audience was gripped as Widow Twankey delivered the opening lines. There was still some tittering in the wings about one of the ugly sister’s wanting to help by “bashing one out.” Wishy Washy was sent back to the laundry, leaving Aladdin to enlighten us with tonight’s shenanigans.
Widow Twankey made lots of good calls early on and was a real FRB during the first part of the show. Of course, there were the obligatory innuendoes about knickers, plus an impromptu game of racing balls!
Cinderella wasn’t racing back from her ball, she gracefully trotted along at her own pace. She just wasn’t happy with the hills… or the mud… Maybe her glass slipper was giving her some gip?
The pantomime horse (the inseparable, duelling hashlings) got itself into a spot of trouble, requiring intervention from Mother Goose as they wrestled each other to the ground.
It was a long time before the genie appeared to grant us our sweets and beers in the intervals but once it started, the 3 wishes came in quick succession!
All the ugly sisters and princes remained way out at the front, deciphering the way, whilst the fairy godmothers and princesses sweetly followed behind.
Act 2: More mud, muddy puddles, giggles and belly laughs. Aladdin wasn’t giving much away in the way of directions and even conspired in sending a small group off in the wrong direction. It’s behind you! It’s this way! Oh what a hoot!
An all-star cast full of ugly sisters and fairy godmothers, princes and princesses and a hero that got us home in time for tea!
The ugly sisters were still feuding, this time over the sarnies and pasties.
Down downs – awarded by Mother Goose to Aladdin for his inadvertent pantomime hash – oh no it wasn’t! Oh yes it was! Barry the partial virgin as he only turned up for food; Buttons for not being recognized with his clothes on; another ugly sister for turning up unfashionably late in the new year; and finally, to Snow White for her pure innocence.
The post-performance conversations in the green room afterwards would have been enough to make your toes curl – the Fifty Shades of Grey board (bored) game seeming tame in comparison to the effects that books (in general) have on someone’s bodily functions! Never mind, there was still time to unwind with some Pilates…
Tinkerbell x
NB Everyone’s names have been changed to protect the (not so) innocent.
Monday, 27 January 2014
Friday, 10 January 2014
The Alma Tavern, Worcester
#288
Date: Thursday 9th January, 2014
Pub: The Alma Tavern, Worcester
Beer: Draught John Smiths bitter, Banks Mild
Food: massive trays of chips, with meat or veggie lasagne or chicken curry
Hare: Who's the Daddy
Virgins/visitors: Esme, Tom, Dangerous Dave
Trail:
Spirits were high as the 25 or so (didn't actually count) hashers mingled with Crossdressers' work colleagues and Still Sore's friend Esme. It was worth the trek all the way down to Worcester, as we were treated to the return of Wet Wipe and the elusive Early Riser.
As we set off up and down the Droitwich Road (with the hare on his bike), there was momentary confusion as nobody had explained the rules to the virgins. There were random joggers running the wrong way to confuse things even more but we eventually found some carefully laid flour.
I'm sorry but I don't know any street names or local points of interest, but it was all very nice. At one point it looked like we were going to go along the canal, the locals amongst us trying to guess the route, but the hare foxed us all and sent us round the houses. We crossed over the canal, most of us sensibly over the lock gate, but a few young guns didn't think that was dangerous enough, so jumped across the empty lock. Then Copulation had to have a go too, and we were all relieved when everyone was safely over to the other side. Don't try this at home!
Even the yoots in the park were well-dressed and pleasant, though they did heckle us as we dispersed, looking for freshly laid flour. The trail was found and we ran along the canal, trying not to send passing cyclists into the water. There was a hash halt under a bridge with supermarket own-brand sweets.
So we did some more running and shouting and I have no idea where we went as I was deep in conversation with Russell Sprout about Xboxes. We ended up at another hash halt with Panaché (my predictive text recognises this word now, amazing) and more supermarket own-brand sweets. Which isn't a criticism at all.
Then I can't remember how we got there, but there was a third hash halt where Plays With IT didn't seem overly concerned that his son was missing in action, along with Torchy and Early Riser. We were entertained with stories about Tom's wardrobe, bless him.
It wasn't far then until the On Inn, but we nearly lost Legover as he was checking it out. He suddenly found himself caught in the high tide in the park.
On our return to the pub we were relieved to see Early Riser, Russell Sprout and Torchy.
What a lovely hash!
Down downs:
Awarded by the lovely Doggie Fashion to hare Who's the Daddy (I always think of Spotted Dick when I write that, what happened to him?), virgins Esme (who had gone home), along with a naming for Tom: Triple Denim for his fashion faux pas. Triple Denim was so keen and we were all so taken with him, he was awarded an extra prize. Wet Wipe also got a down down for being bang tidy, and I think Dangerous for visiting, Copulation for being bare-chested with trousers 'ajar' in the car park, along with a mention for Legover being completely naked after his Austin Powers style manoeuvring.
Tara a bit!
Cleopatra
Disclaimer for Copulation:
All persons featuring in this work are fictitious. Any resemblance to real persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental.
11th January: Family Hash, Bewdley Wassail, Gardeners Meadow Car Park.
Next week: The Hampstall, Astley Burf
Date: Thursday 9th January, 2014
Pub: The Alma Tavern, Worcester
Beer: Draught John Smiths bitter, Banks Mild
Food: massive trays of chips, with meat or veggie lasagne or chicken curry
Hare: Who's the Daddy
Virgins/visitors: Esme, Tom, Dangerous Dave
Trail:
Spirits were high as the 25 or so (didn't actually count) hashers mingled with Crossdressers' work colleagues and Still Sore's friend Esme. It was worth the trek all the way down to Worcester, as we were treated to the return of Wet Wipe and the elusive Early Riser.
As we set off up and down the Droitwich Road (with the hare on his bike), there was momentary confusion as nobody had explained the rules to the virgins. There were random joggers running the wrong way to confuse things even more but we eventually found some carefully laid flour.
I'm sorry but I don't know any street names or local points of interest, but it was all very nice. At one point it looked like we were going to go along the canal, the locals amongst us trying to guess the route, but the hare foxed us all and sent us round the houses. We crossed over the canal, most of us sensibly over the lock gate, but a few young guns didn't think that was dangerous enough, so jumped across the empty lock. Then Copulation had to have a go too, and we were all relieved when everyone was safely over to the other side. Don't try this at home!
Even the yoots in the park were well-dressed and pleasant, though they did heckle us as we dispersed, looking for freshly laid flour. The trail was found and we ran along the canal, trying not to send passing cyclists into the water. There was a hash halt under a bridge with supermarket own-brand sweets.
So we did some more running and shouting and I have no idea where we went as I was deep in conversation with Russell Sprout about Xboxes. We ended up at another hash halt with Panaché (my predictive text recognises this word now, amazing) and more supermarket own-brand sweets. Which isn't a criticism at all.
Then I can't remember how we got there, but there was a third hash halt where Plays With IT didn't seem overly concerned that his son was missing in action, along with Torchy and Early Riser. We were entertained with stories about Tom's wardrobe, bless him.
It wasn't far then until the On Inn, but we nearly lost Legover as he was checking it out. He suddenly found himself caught in the high tide in the park.
On our return to the pub we were relieved to see Early Riser, Russell Sprout and Torchy.
What a lovely hash!
Down downs:
Awarded by the lovely Doggie Fashion to hare Who's the Daddy (I always think of Spotted Dick when I write that, what happened to him?), virgins Esme (who had gone home), along with a naming for Tom: Triple Denim for his fashion faux pas. Triple Denim was so keen and we were all so taken with him, he was awarded an extra prize. Wet Wipe also got a down down for being bang tidy, and I think Dangerous for visiting, Copulation for being bare-chested with trousers 'ajar' in the car park, along with a mention for Legover being completely naked after his Austin Powers style manoeuvring.
Tara a bit!
Cleopatra
Disclaimer for Copulation:
All persons featuring in this work are fictitious. Any resemblance to real persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental.
11th January: Family Hash, Bewdley Wassail, Gardeners Meadow Car Park.
Next week: The Hampstall, Astley Burf
Wednesday, 8 January 2014
Brookfield House
# 287
Date: Thursday 2nd January 2014
Venue: Brookfield House
Beers: Anything goes as it’s bring your own… but Skol??? That’s a real blast from the past!
Food: Homemade sausages, mash & onion gravy plus jacket potatoes with tuna mayo and/or cheese and salad… then homemade apple crumble and ice cream for pudding plus loads of other lovely Christmas leftovers…
Hare: well, it should have been Darth Radar but Clodhopper and Boris stepped in to save the day…
Visitors/virgins: none
Trail: the New Year birthday hash splash & mash! (thanks Cleopatra!)
Cleopatra said she’d counted 28 hashers and hashlings but this proved to be a difficult task as most were hiding out in the house hoping they could just go for the birthday splash and then reconvene for the food... This was not to be; we were persuaded outside for the usual preamble and a round of Happy New Year before being sent off to check it out.
There were a few belated festive costumes – Wrong had his Christmas lights on and the Amateur was sporting his Moustache a few weeks too late but hey ho, off we go.
Starting off down Lowe Lane and turning off towards the Bridgnorth Road, everyone was in a very jolly mood and it was great to see the lovers back from their countless outward-bound trips. Darth Radar was way out front, whilst Clodhopper brought up the rear as the off road part of the hash was underway.
The hashlings were treated to a shortcut whilst everyone else was taken on an adventure down to the bog, where they had to negotiate the freezing cold stream before ascending to join us at the 1st hash halt. Sleeping Beauty and Batman were already sharing sweets of their own, whilst Wrong was sharing his New Year wishes.
Back down the lane towards Low Habberley and into the valley, where Sleeping Beauty and I remained at the back, oblivious to any shenanigans that might be going on up front. There was, however, one little incident that Cyclopath asked me not to mention, so I won’t.
Crossdresser found an excuse to sample everyone’s goods at the 2nd HH as Clodhopper had provided refreshments but no bottle opener. He had also mislaid his phone whilst marking the largest HASH HALT ever! Luckily, he found it.
Up through the trees, across the top and out of the valley towards High Habberley where Say No More noticed my plan of keeping my hashlings close by only having one torch. (She should have been here a few weeks ago, I didn’t have one at all!)
Cutting across the corner of Habberley estate and down Manor Avenue, down Habberley Road before heading down into Blake Marsh, where Batman could barely stay on his two feet and we had a very soggy HH.
Back through Franche, where the hashlings were treated to another shortcut and so were back early enough to get into the pool before Bushwhacker and Sprout. Whatever else might have happened out there is a sheer mystery.
Down downs: awarded by Doggy Fashion to Clodhopper for his hash, splash & mash hash; Darth Radar for being the elusive birthday boy; Hopscotch for the scrummy homemade food; Sweet Tooth for being abandoned by her dad on more than one occasion this evening; Copulation for falling, but as he had abandoned his daughter yet again, his down down was sent home for him ; Plays with IT for his shiny new shoes; and finally, a naming for Emily - Splash Cat.
Hot Lips x
Next week: The Alma Tavern, Worcester, WR3 7HT
Date: Thursday 2nd January 2014
Venue: Brookfield House
Beers: Anything goes as it’s bring your own… but Skol??? That’s a real blast from the past!
Food: Homemade sausages, mash & onion gravy plus jacket potatoes with tuna mayo and/or cheese and salad… then homemade apple crumble and ice cream for pudding plus loads of other lovely Christmas leftovers…
Hare: well, it should have been Darth Radar but Clodhopper and Boris stepped in to save the day…
Visitors/virgins: none
Trail: the New Year birthday hash splash & mash! (thanks Cleopatra!)
Cleopatra said she’d counted 28 hashers and hashlings but this proved to be a difficult task as most were hiding out in the house hoping they could just go for the birthday splash and then reconvene for the food... This was not to be; we were persuaded outside for the usual preamble and a round of Happy New Year before being sent off to check it out.
There were a few belated festive costumes – Wrong had his Christmas lights on and the Amateur was sporting his Moustache a few weeks too late but hey ho, off we go.
Starting off down Lowe Lane and turning off towards the Bridgnorth Road, everyone was in a very jolly mood and it was great to see the lovers back from their countless outward-bound trips. Darth Radar was way out front, whilst Clodhopper brought up the rear as the off road part of the hash was underway.
The hashlings were treated to a shortcut whilst everyone else was taken on an adventure down to the bog, where they had to negotiate the freezing cold stream before ascending to join us at the 1st hash halt. Sleeping Beauty and Batman were already sharing sweets of their own, whilst Wrong was sharing his New Year wishes.
Back down the lane towards Low Habberley and into the valley, where Sleeping Beauty and I remained at the back, oblivious to any shenanigans that might be going on up front. There was, however, one little incident that Cyclopath asked me not to mention, so I won’t.
Crossdresser found an excuse to sample everyone’s goods at the 2nd HH as Clodhopper had provided refreshments but no bottle opener. He had also mislaid his phone whilst marking the largest HASH HALT ever! Luckily, he found it.
Up through the trees, across the top and out of the valley towards High Habberley where Say No More noticed my plan of keeping my hashlings close by only having one torch. (She should have been here a few weeks ago, I didn’t have one at all!)
Cutting across the corner of Habberley estate and down Manor Avenue, down Habberley Road before heading down into Blake Marsh, where Batman could barely stay on his two feet and we had a very soggy HH.
Back through Franche, where the hashlings were treated to another shortcut and so were back early enough to get into the pool before Bushwhacker and Sprout. Whatever else might have happened out there is a sheer mystery.
Down downs: awarded by Doggy Fashion to Clodhopper for his hash, splash & mash hash; Darth Radar for being the elusive birthday boy; Hopscotch for the scrummy homemade food; Sweet Tooth for being abandoned by her dad on more than one occasion this evening; Copulation for falling, but as he had abandoned his daughter yet again, his down down was sent home for him ; Plays with IT for his shiny new shoes; and finally, a naming for Emily - Splash Cat.
Hot Lips x
Next week: The Alma Tavern, Worcester, WR3 7HT
Friday, 3 January 2014
Friday, 20 December 2013
#285 Christmas Curry Hash
#285 Christmas Curry Hash
Date: Thursday 19th December, 2013
Venue: Bombay Blues, Kidderminster
Beers: extortionate
Food: Indian fayre
Hares: Crossdresser, Legover, Game Bird and Bubbles, apparently
Visitors/virgins: none
Trail:
There was a weird sense of déjà-vu (note: French phrase thrown into causual conversation, see posh test) amongst the 25 or so hashers gathered outside Bombay Blues. There was confusion over who was the actual hare, confusion over sweets…beer…GM…was it actually live…should we head straight into the restaurant?
Game Bird assured us she knew the first part of the trail so we set off to meet Crossdresser and Legover at the first HH. The trail took us round the ring road and back into town, where we weaved on the wharf, in and out of Christmas shoppers, splashing in puddles before finding our way to the canal. We took refuge under the bridge from the youths hollering at Cyclopath for the first HH. There was nearly a bag of sweets each but sadly no beer.
We carried on and I wasn’t really paying attention so I can’t remember where we went exactly…it was like a bad dream as we dodged syringes in the graveyard at St George’s, while discussing favourite Christmas songs (Game Bird’s is ‘something about a sleigh’ but she can’t remember what it’s called/how it goes, but it’s her best Christmas song ever!). There was much fretting over Charlie as he wasn’t used to the bright lights of Kiddy and kept wandering into the traffic. There was another HH and it was mentioned, not for the first time, how disappointing it was not to have any Panaché, due to a chain of unfortunate events involving campervans, car boots and kids with temperatures. Oh, and the shop over the road from Hot Lips. It was easier just to blame Cleopatra for being useless. Again.
Anyway, the trail took us to THAT footbridge from last week, where this time we didn’t have Brussels sprouts, but Copulation did have the pleasure of his nipples’ being nibbled by Legover and pecked by Cleopatra. Think it made up for last week’s disaster. We carried on back towards Comberton Hill and under the underpass towards the ON INN SCOTT by the Glades.
Charlie the opportunist spotted the slowly closing door of Bargain Booze and dived in, much to his master’s amazement. As Shag apologetically retrieved his posh dog, the customers stared in wonder.
We all needed to sit down at the v. long table to recover from the prices of the drinks. The posh test was carried out to keep us amused while we waited for EVER for our food. No surprise that Hash Quack scored the most highly with a whopping 71%! If you’d like to see if you’re more posh than HQ, check it out at www.poshtest.com
.
Down downs:
Were awarded by Doggy Fash to hares: alpha male Doug, Crossdresser, Game Bird for being too busy (saving for her wedding?*), Stuart for going missing, Legover for his impressive Rudolph costume and assistant hare duties, and Cyclopath the fox!
Gotta go and nurse my burnt mouth and indigestion.
Love you, bye!
Cleopatra
Next week: Family hash at HQ’s 11am Sunday 22nd December. 3 mile and 6 mile routes available.
Boxing Day run 11am Cross Keys, Suckley.
*no wedding has yet been announced
Date: Thursday 19th December, 2013
Venue: Bombay Blues, Kidderminster
Beers: extortionate
Food: Indian fayre
Hares: Crossdresser, Legover, Game Bird and Bubbles, apparently
Visitors/virgins: none
Trail:
There was a weird sense of déjà-vu (note: French phrase thrown into causual conversation, see posh test) amongst the 25 or so hashers gathered outside Bombay Blues. There was confusion over who was the actual hare, confusion over sweets…beer…GM…was it actually live…should we head straight into the restaurant?
Game Bird assured us she knew the first part of the trail so we set off to meet Crossdresser and Legover at the first HH. The trail took us round the ring road and back into town, where we weaved on the wharf, in and out of Christmas shoppers, splashing in puddles before finding our way to the canal. We took refuge under the bridge from the youths hollering at Cyclopath for the first HH. There was nearly a bag of sweets each but sadly no beer.
We carried on and I wasn’t really paying attention so I can’t remember where we went exactly…it was like a bad dream as we dodged syringes in the graveyard at St George’s, while discussing favourite Christmas songs (Game Bird’s is ‘something about a sleigh’ but she can’t remember what it’s called/how it goes, but it’s her best Christmas song ever!). There was much fretting over Charlie as he wasn’t used to the bright lights of Kiddy and kept wandering into the traffic. There was another HH and it was mentioned, not for the first time, how disappointing it was not to have any Panaché, due to a chain of unfortunate events involving campervans, car boots and kids with temperatures. Oh, and the shop over the road from Hot Lips. It was easier just to blame Cleopatra for being useless. Again.
Anyway, the trail took us to THAT footbridge from last week, where this time we didn’t have Brussels sprouts, but Copulation did have the pleasure of his nipples’ being nibbled by Legover and pecked by Cleopatra. Think it made up for last week’s disaster. We carried on back towards Comberton Hill and under the underpass towards the ON INN SCOTT by the Glades.
Charlie the opportunist spotted the slowly closing door of Bargain Booze and dived in, much to his master’s amazement. As Shag apologetically retrieved his posh dog, the customers stared in wonder.
We all needed to sit down at the v. long table to recover from the prices of the drinks. The posh test was carried out to keep us amused while we waited for EVER for our food. No surprise that Hash Quack scored the most highly with a whopping 71%! If you’d like to see if you’re more posh than HQ, check it out at www.poshtest.com
Down downs:
Were awarded by Doggy Fash to hares: alpha male Doug, Crossdresser, Game Bird for being too busy (saving for her wedding?*), Stuart for going missing, Legover for his impressive Rudolph costume and assistant hare duties, and Cyclopath the fox!
Gotta go and nurse my burnt mouth and indigestion.
Love you, bye!
Cleopatra
Next week: Family hash at HQ’s 11am Sunday 22nd December. 3 mile and 6 mile routes available.
Boxing Day run 11am Cross Keys, Suckley.
*no wedding has yet been announced
Wednesday, 11 December 2013
# 283
Date: Thursday 5th December 2013
Pub: The Constitutional Club, Kinver
Beers: Gothic Ale, Enville Ginger Beer, the list went on and on…
Food: off the menu (I would really recommend the quiche)
Hare: Dr Whiplash (with a little help from his lovely assistant, Bubbles)
Visitors / virgins: none
Trail: The Hashy Birthday Hash.
It was a lovely evening, now that the wind had died down, Shag had been let out with the posh motor this evening but still had to tie his own shoelaces, Cross Dresser was just relieved to be out, whilst Russell Sprout was in his own little musical world.
There were no real rules tonight, we would hopefully find some flour and hopefully make it around Kinver and be back in time for tea, but who knows? No hash horn this evening – hopefully he made it out of Mortimer forest at the weekend?
Some started off the wrong way, certain they were on the right trail, only to be called back down the High Street. And so off down to the canal, where someone else was sure it wouldn’t be this way but we were wrong again!
Lots of lovely off road (although the Enville ginger beer seems to have wiped out my memory of most of the run!) There was a hash halt near the canal, where Cleopatra was tempted to push Shag over the bridge into the water. He narrowly escaped to tell the story of Lily Savage and the spinning pensioner.
We couldn’t decide who was responsible for the perfectly circular checks: Dr Whiplash or his glamorous assistant Bubbles. Some technical drawing implements had obviously been drafted in for the occasion.
The last HH followed the ascent to Whiplash’s house, although we had to make do with drinks and mince pies served from the boot of his car. He was congratulated for the provision of Panache, whereas I broke out into some cheesy poetry.
Dr Jeckyll got caught out on the trail, as his other half couldn’t be bothered to check it out with him (we were far too busy chatting!) It was a long way back down to the on inn, Copulation finding some extra wind power to speed him up.
A few birthday beers, some good pub grub, Game Bird’s delicious cakes and a round of “Happy Birthday to you” saw the night off quite nicely!
Down downs: awarded by Doggy Fashion to Dr Whiplash for his happy birthday philosophical hash, where you knew you were on if you weren’t wrong, some precision circles and the car boot hash halt; Dr Jeckyll for calling a false when it wasn’t, Sucks It Up for sending Dr Jeckyll to check out a trail as she couldn’t be bothered to check it herself and finally to Say No More for flashing the RA and Dr Jeckyll back at the on inn!
Hot Lips x
Next week: The Viaduct, Kidderminster, DY10 1XL
Date: Thursday 5th December 2013
Pub: The Constitutional Club, Kinver
Beers: Gothic Ale, Enville Ginger Beer, the list went on and on…
Food: off the menu (I would really recommend the quiche)
Hare: Dr Whiplash (with a little help from his lovely assistant, Bubbles)
Visitors / virgins: none
Trail: The Hashy Birthday Hash.
It was a lovely evening, now that the wind had died down, Shag had been let out with the posh motor this evening but still had to tie his own shoelaces, Cross Dresser was just relieved to be out, whilst Russell Sprout was in his own little musical world.
There were no real rules tonight, we would hopefully find some flour and hopefully make it around Kinver and be back in time for tea, but who knows? No hash horn this evening – hopefully he made it out of Mortimer forest at the weekend?
Some started off the wrong way, certain they were on the right trail, only to be called back down the High Street. And so off down to the canal, where someone else was sure it wouldn’t be this way but we were wrong again!
Lots of lovely off road (although the Enville ginger beer seems to have wiped out my memory of most of the run!) There was a hash halt near the canal, where Cleopatra was tempted to push Shag over the bridge into the water. He narrowly escaped to tell the story of Lily Savage and the spinning pensioner.
We couldn’t decide who was responsible for the perfectly circular checks: Dr Whiplash or his glamorous assistant Bubbles. Some technical drawing implements had obviously been drafted in for the occasion.
The last HH followed the ascent to Whiplash’s house, although we had to make do with drinks and mince pies served from the boot of his car. He was congratulated for the provision of Panache, whereas I broke out into some cheesy poetry.
Dr Jeckyll got caught out on the trail, as his other half couldn’t be bothered to check it out with him (we were far too busy chatting!) It was a long way back down to the on inn, Copulation finding some extra wind power to speed him up.
A few birthday beers, some good pub grub, Game Bird’s delicious cakes and a round of “Happy Birthday to you” saw the night off quite nicely!
Down downs: awarded by Doggy Fashion to Dr Whiplash for his happy birthday philosophical hash, where you knew you were on if you weren’t wrong, some precision circles and the car boot hash halt; Dr Jeckyll for calling a false when it wasn’t, Sucks It Up for sending Dr Jeckyll to check out a trail as she couldn’t be bothered to check it herself and finally to Say No More for flashing the RA and Dr Jeckyll back at the on inn!
Hot Lips x
Next week: The Viaduct, Kidderminster, DY10 1XL
Tuesday, 3 December 2013
The Button Oak, Button Oak
# 282
Date: Thursday 28th November 2013
Pub: The Button Oak, Button Oak
Beers: Doom Bar, Worthingtons Creamflow, Stowford Press cider, Thatchers Gold cider
Food: off the menu
Hare: Game Bird (with a little help from Bubbles)
Visitors / virgins: none
Trail: The muddiest hash – you have been warned!
Well it was all going on on the car park before we started – Penelope Pitstop had turned up early, Cross Dresser was expressing his female side with his pink footwear, Wrong was well equipped with his snow chains and Shag had to seal Leg Over’s holes with a bit of gaffer tape. And then someone had to wait behind for Cyclopath who was fashionably late…
Food orders were swiftly sorted, there was lots of gesticulation from Game Bird and then the 20 or so hashers and Babooshka set off into the night. A brief sprint out of the car park and down the road before turning right and into the muddy wilderness, never to be seen again… well, for the next hour or so anyway.
The warning of mud was soon experienced as we trudged our way along the tracks, almost losing Hot Lips and Cinderella in the deep, muddy furrows. There wasn’t much flour to find but that didn’t matter as an excitable Game Bird led the way – and that’s why we call her the leader of the pack!
Cyclopath joined us at the first HH, in a clearing on a hill, just in time to share the fine selection of sweets – “eclair anyone?” It wasn’t long before we were off again, Doggy Fashion still chewing on her rationed one sweet. Slip-sliding down yet another muddy path into the woods, everyone somehow managing to stay on their feet… or did they?
Hash Quack was way out ahead, missing hash halts at any given opportunity, Well Laid was daintily treading, trying desperately not to fall whilst Tits or Treats was giggling about her big sister’s baggy trousers. Who’s the Daddy, Lassie and Copulation were checking out the trail again, only to be called back just in time to see Cross Dresser howling at the MOon.
An obligatory shot of the muddiest shoes ever and were off again, Dr Whiplash speeding past everyone, Wrong weighed down by the mud and chains and Game Bird’s call of “éclair anyone?” yet again. Hash Quack led the way to the on inn, where the doctor had a little experiment in store for us…
Down downs: awarded by Doggy Fashion (along with the colossally mammoth thanks to the pub) to Game Bird for her best ever hash; Cross Dresser for his pink socks; Leg Over for surviving the run in his taped up shoes; Wrong for his jock strap snow shoes and to Dr Whiplash for falling (I missed that one!)
The doctor’s experiment: to see who’s the biggest hash drinker – there was no contest really, Hot Lips had downed hers in no time at all, Compost came a close second, leaving Cross Dresser desperately trying to down his without puking! (Someone else for the doghouse tonight?)
Hot Lips x
Next week: The Constitutional Club, Kinver, DY7 6HL
Date: Thursday 28th November 2013
Pub: The Button Oak, Button Oak
Beers: Doom Bar, Worthingtons Creamflow, Stowford Press cider, Thatchers Gold cider
Food: off the menu
Hare: Game Bird (with a little help from Bubbles)
Visitors / virgins: none
Trail: The muddiest hash – you have been warned!
Well it was all going on on the car park before we started – Penelope Pitstop had turned up early, Cross Dresser was expressing his female side with his pink footwear, Wrong was well equipped with his snow chains and Shag had to seal Leg Over’s holes with a bit of gaffer tape. And then someone had to wait behind for Cyclopath who was fashionably late…
Food orders were swiftly sorted, there was lots of gesticulation from Game Bird and then the 20 or so hashers and Babooshka set off into the night. A brief sprint out of the car park and down the road before turning right and into the muddy wilderness, never to be seen again… well, for the next hour or so anyway.
The warning of mud was soon experienced as we trudged our way along the tracks, almost losing Hot Lips and Cinderella in the deep, muddy furrows. There wasn’t much flour to find but that didn’t matter as an excitable Game Bird led the way – and that’s why we call her the leader of the pack!
Cyclopath joined us at the first HH, in a clearing on a hill, just in time to share the fine selection of sweets – “eclair anyone?” It wasn’t long before we were off again, Doggy Fashion still chewing on her rationed one sweet. Slip-sliding down yet another muddy path into the woods, everyone somehow managing to stay on their feet… or did they?
Hash Quack was way out ahead, missing hash halts at any given opportunity, Well Laid was daintily treading, trying desperately not to fall whilst Tits or Treats was giggling about her big sister’s baggy trousers. Who’s the Daddy, Lassie and Copulation were checking out the trail again, only to be called back just in time to see Cross Dresser howling at the MOon.
An obligatory shot of the muddiest shoes ever and were off again, Dr Whiplash speeding past everyone, Wrong weighed down by the mud and chains and Game Bird’s call of “éclair anyone?” yet again. Hash Quack led the way to the on inn, where the doctor had a little experiment in store for us…
Down downs: awarded by Doggy Fashion (along with the colossally mammoth thanks to the pub) to Game Bird for her best ever hash; Cross Dresser for his pink socks; Leg Over for surviving the run in his taped up shoes; Wrong for his jock strap snow shoes and to Dr Whiplash for falling (I missed that one!)
The doctor’s experiment: to see who’s the biggest hash drinker – there was no contest really, Hot Lips had downed hers in no time at all, Compost came a close second, leaving Cross Dresser desperately trying to down his without puking! (Someone else for the doghouse tonight?)
Hot Lips x
Next week: The Constitutional Club, Kinver, DY7 6HL
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