Run; 1290
Hare; Toy Boy Tom
Where; Nigg Bay
When; Yesterday
Scribe; Not since 1283

Welcome to "Toy Boy Tom's Titillatingly Tremendous Trot around the Gramps"
we were all greeted with at the pre run circle along with a bizarre
explanation about back checks being T's, and F's being long and J's are
short and bloody hell was I giving up the will to live at that point.
Confused looks and baffled brains ensued almost immediately. Never try to be
too clever with an intro to the run after being compared by the RA. It's a
sure fire loser as the Hash normally takes at least to the beer check to
figure out what he was on about.

If you must know, it was 600 runs for Cinders (Bet she overtakes Aids and
his 666 run tally before she allows him back to the Hash) and 150 for
Plonker. Hurrah for the Ladies.

And the on-on's that way, but there's no flour so if you follow the Hare he'
ll lead you to the first check and we were off. Off up over the Gramps (can
we rename these hills the Farmers being as he's a Gramp now) and zagzigging
our way up and over and under various obstacles that seemed to serve no
greater purpose than to remind us that Hares as a rule are a shower off
devious shites.

Excellent runners run requiring innate amounts of skill and cunning to stay
on trail to the beer check, (Did anyone see Harley and Penguin at the beer?)
which was situated in an idyllic bay over looking the flotsam and jetsam of
the North Sea. Or Olymprick sitting on a big metal box, you decide.
That's it, the run was over and back to the cars for the circle we headed in
a moderately shambolic fashion.

Down-downs went to
Farmer for being a Grampa.
Thruppennybits for being another year prettier.
Numbskull for using other peoples cars to stop his rather than brake.
Pigiron for a severe case of wife beating.
New runners for being brave enough to join us.
Lum for being Danish.
Cannae Be Arsed for being non PC.
Toy Boy Tom for being the Hare.
Probably some other people who I've managed to forget. Oooooops!

Till next time. CBA.