Run # 1357; normally; when I wake up on a Monday morning I feel like I was born in 1357. I intend to go on the run every week but I don’t always have the strength for it. This morning was different a massive bender on Saturday night I had a full days recovery on Sunday. Coupled with the fact that the hares this week were the incomparable BIG NOSE ILLIGITIMATE PERSON and RINGWORM, you don’t pass up a run set by these guys they have thousands of runs between them and you know it’s going to be good.
Arriving at the “A” site I bumped into my old mate DRIPPY who informed me that he had joined the team of hares. After six weeks in Egypt he was very happy to be back among friends. The run was explained by the hares, there were many types of paper and loads of different colours for checks, false trails etc. I was immediately confused. One thing that stuck in my mind was the mention of barbed wire, the hashers was warned about it and I thought yeah well some people just don’t listen, (more about that later). We set off and I going at a snail’s pace crossed some dirt, grass and shiggy until I eventually reached the burger stall.
The first runner on paper came in after 1hr.5mins. GERMAN SHEPHERD I think it was, I was still at the burger stall trying to talk to SIR CHICKEN, it was difficult as he was eating his 6th burger and I didn’t have the heart to tell him that there was free spring rolls and samosas on the beer truck. Maybe he knew, I think he has got a thing for burger ladies as I’ve seen him around the town checking out those hamburger Denmark stalls, probably looking for a lady we all know?
Not many scribes talk about the interlude between the end of the run and the beginning of the circle, for me it’s the best time, great sunset, hashers milling around having a beer or two and generally relaxing. This is the time for catching up with old friends, telling a few jokes and shaggy dog stories and generally bonding with your fellow hashers. I noticed BOW WOW selling raffle tickets then conducting the raffle in the circle and then being beer police, hash hero if there ever was one.
Most of us walked into the circle when it was called, not SIR SPAG, he was almost carried in with blood pouring out of a leg wound, the hares already stated that the barbed wire was painted red they shouldn’t have bothered, SPAG’S blood was warning enough. Hares on in, the run was talked about and was given a unanimous thumbs up, great run, everyone happy including SIR SPAG’S doctor.
Usual fun and games in the circle. Congratulations to the guys who achieved anniversaries, HELLBOY 150 runs, RINGWORM 10 hared runs, and the mysterious INVISIBLE MAN who was named in his absence because he always leaves after the run. So what about this guy? Is he a shrinking violet? Teetotaller? Or does he just hate our guts, maybe one day we shall find out. It was a good circle, the three RA’s were on top form and everyone seemed to enjoy themselves.
So it was back to TQ2 to carry on the fun and conclude a successful day.
On on,
¼ Pounder with cheese.