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ABERDEEN HASH HOUSE HARRIERS
Sunday 16th December 2007
# 1323 - Echt FC Car Park
Hare: Plonker
Bitterly cold, but bright and clear, with a wee breeze cutting across the playing fields, cutting through to the bone - an OnOn, which I am lead to believe was only frequented 6 weeks or was it 6 months ago. Ah, it\'s surprising how alcohol dulls the brain!
We were at Echt FC carpark, and based on the reported turnout of the Xmas Dinner, not a bad turnout for the start of this Hash. We arrived early to find the Sheriff of Nottingham, oops, Harley mugging early arrivals for their hard earned cash. Apparently Sergio was brassic lint after spending his ill gotten gains on copious amounts of wine the night before.
Hippo was trying to get a peek at Thrupenny Bits bruises, which she reputedly had gained by falling off a table whilst trying to lap dance.
Sergio managed to realise why he had got out of bed this morning and called the pack to order, promptly gave the horn, orange coat and the task of scribe to Sharnie. As the orange top and the horn do not take much operating, she kept these and handed over the scribe to me (partnership!).
Numbskull duly awarded Thrupenny Bits a cold, tooth breaking beer in reward for Triple Five Hashes, at which point she was presented with two bin liners neatly stitched to look line shorts!
Plonker (hare) intimated that this Hash was of purist quality, a doubtful pre-run premise as Harley admitted to helping her carry the flour as the trail was laid.
OnOn was called and those on the previous visit to this venue, assumed it went opposite to the way it went last time, then after cocking up decided it went the same way as last time, out the village, up the hill and back. Wrong!
All in all an easy trail that kept the FRS, SCBs and SBs together. Lots of burns to cross, but even those of a stumpy persuasion managed not to get their feet wet.
At the beer check there was a good selection of beers and softies, which was still in tact even after the walking section had got there first. Plonker admitted that she choose the beer based on the how pretty the cans looked, it worked in this case, Old Speckled Hen, a nice drop of beer. Chatter abounded, Penguin bemoaning that he had lost 3 kilos over the last couple of weeks, which for his stature is quiet a lot, and he had put it all back on again.
Back to the OnOn.
Whilst sipping gluevine, warming through nicely, the ambience of the occassion was spoilt by the return of Numskull. His circuit of the Hill of Fare was not part of the hares trail, but he knows better!
Sergio pulled out a grubby piece of paper and read a poem, not sure what about, but it was shouted down and the down downs where quickly doled out, and off to the pub!!!!
Struthe for nearly doing a naked belly dance.
Plonker for the Hash trail - well laid.
OnOn - Scribe
Little Shit
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