Scribes

RUN 1283                                                                                              11th March 2007

Hares: Mad Cyclist & Bogbrush                            

Scribe: Sergio                                                                       Location: Kirkhill Forest

I’m so glad that GM WATSOFF called upon me to be this week’s scribe, because when I polled my mighty AH3 database of useful facts on my return I discovered that I was now leading the AH3 all-time list of hash pounds. Yes, yours truly has dragged more lard, more avoirdupois, round the towns and countryside of the North East than any other hasher!! Perhaps I should explain: hash pounds are a simple measure of number of runs completed times the weight of the runner! Cast your eye over the following table:

Sorry I haven’t had time to do you all but this is enough to be going on with. I think it is worth noting that while both Olymprick and Penguin are fat they are also very short. Michelin Man was of course much slimmer when he was a younger man, and I would say Farmer should be allowed more second helpings!!! This is of course a dynamic situation, changing weekly, so I will do my very best to keep you all up to date. We’d better all watch out for Bruce Almighty cos he’s shooting up the charts like err, like Michael Vaughan’s batting average. And what about England on Sunday afternoon then……….. better not get me started!!

Oh, yes. The run. We welcomed All Because, returning briefly from Mumbai, plus one new runner. No awards, not much in the way of instructions (nice day though) and we were swiftly off. It was Kirkhill Forest run 2A, and as scribe I was keeping up with the FRB’s (you know who you are) until I broke a check with One Foot and lost the trail. Thinking it was KF run 2C I went further off trail before backtracking and then had to trundle on on my own all the way to the beer stop. That took an hour, and it was a short jog back to the cars from there.

Then horror of horrors – no gluevine!! Hash Beer deemed it too warm to warrant a hot drink at the end of the run. He was given a down-down as was Trouser Shredder (innocent IMHO) and a few others whom I have mercifully forgotten.

That was it. We then buggered off.

ON ON, SERG