Scribes

Run 1366. Date 5th October 2008. Hare: Goat Wrestler. Scribe Author: Toy Boy Tom

Now, irrespective of how good a run may or may not have been, one thing is certain. If the Hare, instead of finishing his down-down in the circle, throws half his beer over his head, and if that beer lands squarely on the Scribe’s head, then the run report can only be as bad and tasteless as the beer so thrown!

The run – well it started with the bad news from the Hare that some of the trail was likely to be missing because of yesterday’s rain and, even worse, because he couldn’t be bothered to mark all the checks! How bad an admission was that! Then, no sooner had the run started, loomed over the horizon the foreboding presence of an angry farmer, who notably ran faster that the back runners of the Hash, to complain of many things, including the tasteless colour coordination of those wearing bright yellow jackets (down-down to Thruppenny Bits for that!).

After wading through said custodian of the countryside’s damp and boggy field, there was much to-ing and fro-ing in Kirkhill Forest along trails in search of elusive third spots of flour. The bad news was that the front runners only caught up with the Hare and back runners near the end of the trail. But at least their late arrival prevented another wrong. The Hare otherwise was going to short-cut his own trail! Then tasteless news at the beer stop. Seeing wreaths nearby, Magane suggested that maybe these were for Numskull, the ex-RA – until his ghost arrived in the form of the new GM!

Feeling honour-bound to provide some not-so-bad news of the run, the Scribe must, grudgingly, report that it was a good run that included forest tails, the old Inverurie canal, views of Bennachie (skilfully, not of Dyce) and beer in the circle drank from thoroughly washed beer cans (down-down to Megane for that!). Down-downs also to Nipples for taking on the Hash Beer and for not recognising the tankards (well, they were so clean!). More down-downs as result of Frank’s dog! And then Goat Wrestler threw his beer onto the Scribe’s head. Beer abuse – he missed the Scribe’s mouth!

Tom