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RUN MCCCLIX
MONGOUR in the GLAUR
18th August 2008
Hares: PIG IRON & STAINLESS
To be semantically accurate, on the evening in question, the idyllic hill of Mongour might be termed muckit as aptly glaury. (As all who Hash hereabouts must assuredly know, intuitively if not intellectually, there are delightful variants in the composition, viscosity, plasticity, colour and aroma of the indigenous muds.) In broad terms, glaury muds being slippery and slimy, while muckit muds are thick and clarty. Both were abundantly present.
All hashers present in the circle, notwithstanding the plethora of wimpish brollies, were soon drookit in the dreichness of it all. Returning to semantics, for certain we were drookit, but dreich, contrary to common belief, does not necessarily denote dampness, the original meaning is of something that is long drawn out, protracted and wearisome. This the run was not, at least it was short, at least it was short for all except the RA, his long gabardine raincoat, and his brolly.
The run began in vertical rain, the angle of fall then began to shift toward the horizontal as the run shifted, a bit, toward the vertical. The beer check, as tradition dictates, was near the (invisible) mast. I had lots of Cadurys flake. I enjoyed the run. In the circle, the rain was vertical again. Cannae be Arsed was stand in RA. There was no BBQ, and we all drove hurriedly away before the RA and his brolly returned.
Wotzoff
Epilogue [Edit Hare]
Well now, if I could continue with the same dialect I would, but as I be frum Debon, you will hefto put up wiv that. Oow aar. I were born in a barn, so would've had a bitta straw in me gob, most likely.
So, truth is, everyone buggered off cos it were a bit wet. Wimps. Only three of us were worried about our RA - not really sure why, now I stop to think about it. Does he only have three friends? While you lot went off home to enjoy a nice hot bath, or went on to the pub to warm up with a pint, we waited and waited... Whinger had his phone no., but no answer from Numbskull's mobile... how long should we give him before we called for help…would search and rescue even be interested in looking for an old guy who went off for a walk with his brolly in the woods, on a wet night. Probably not. All Because drove his 4x4 up and down the road to the mast vainly hoping to attract Numbskull's attention.
Just before nine our hero strolled in along the out trail - muttering some indecent remarks. Don't think we have ever been so pleased to see Numbskull before, or maybe ever again! "Phew, lets get to the pub then!" That seemed a darned good idea, until NS discovered the keys to his car were missing... here we go again, all of us grovelling around on the ground, in the dark, in the hash beer garbage, in the pouring rain, looking for some keys that turned out to be miles away, in a pocket in Aberdeen. Isn't that right Little Shit? What an uncommonly good choice of hash handle.
So LS phones Sergio who is in the pub, and relays this information, which is then passed on via several mobile calls between Thrupenny Bits (who is now in the pub!) and All Because to Numbskull. "Just stay at your car and I'll drive back out with the keys".
We can only assume that they all lived happily ever after.
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