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Run: 1336 What an idyllic sight at Countesswells forest! Countless swell beauties, all in a circle: some chestnut, some hazel, some dark, some blond. The Hash was looking good to Toy Boy Tom! Oh, there were a few blokes there as well. Quizzed, the Hare said that it was not a very muddy run – despite his shoes being covered with a brown substance that, if not mud, could have been something worse given the closeness of the horse stables! Through the sunlit forest, the trail went, the Hare occasionally found lolling against a tree, watching the pack go by, no doubt overcome with the idyllicness of the scene! The Hash Horn decided to run (some might say loitered!) not at the front, as is tradition, but at the back of the pack – but, hey, the first rule of Hashing is that there are no rules. Where better to listen to notes floating through the air from the front of the pack from JC’s horn. Where better to hear the twitter of birds and Walky-Talkies! Spurred on, some might say, by the prospect of the beer stop, the Horn ran up to the front of the pack only to find that most Hashers had taken a short-cut and were ahead enjoying the beer. Where better to be than loitering at the back of the pack! The beer stop - an attractive spot, in a clearing in the forest with Struth flaunting her Scotty mini-skirt in front of Farmer – on the excuse of celebrating the Scots Calcutta Cup victory at Murrayfield the day before! An attractive spot indeed, on reflection ………….! Anyway…. The circle, though, was, however, not so attractive. For a “drinking club with a running problem” of 1336 runs stature, it is with some regret that the Scribe is compelled to question whether standards are slipping. Instead of Hashers grabbing a can from the beer box to quench their thirst, much rummaging around found beers of dubious age. Rust on the bottom of Drillbit’s can! Must be clearing out the Hash cellars. Little Shit though showed he is a Hasher through-and-through – he quickly found the only can of Tanglefoot! And standards in the circle?: · Fi-Fi eating her sandwiches! · And 2 Hashers contemptuously failed to attend the circle – Pussy-Boots and Tim - on the lame excuse of loosing the trail (independently, they claim!) All suitably and ably handled by the RA. And all this on a run that One-Liner had laid with great cunning – through woodlands with plenty of trees, horses, dogs and bogs to avoid. Although, by the shoes of those in the circle, not many had managed to avoid anything! Good one, One-Liner! Toy Boy Tom
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