Scribes

UN 1371 Finzean

Sunday 9th November 2008

Hare: Plonker avec chien

Scribe : Pigiron

To my deep and lasting regret I was unable to attend the AGM this year, owing to a massive scheduling cock-up on the part of the outgoing GM who confused the AGM dates with Up Helly Aa. As a result I was unable to witness the appalling breakdown in Parliamentary procedure that has led to us not having a proper RA this year. Lacking imagination and fall guys, mismanagement has fallen back on an “RA by appointment” system (if system be the right word). Or to put it another way, the “Oh shit, no RA, let’s find a sucker quick” ploy. This week I contemptuously spurned this pathetic approach, so to gain his petty revenge the GM landed me the enviable job of composing this drivel once more. Not that you gentle reader, gives a toss, but just for the record the RA post was shared by Twizzle and Little Shit. A trouble shared is a trouble doubled sez I.

Ok, so what of the run? Well how do you expect me to know? I do know that it was held in the dark Bad Lands to the West, where nothing is what it seems. “Finzean”. How do you pronounce that? Ask a local troglodyte the way to Strachan and he will fall about in xenophobic ecstasy that you haven’t left out most of the letters in the name. I am told that in the summer couthie chiels hang about the B974 just for the joy of directing unwary colonials. Tillyfruskie? Don’t be silly. Thank God we never have hashes at Findochty.

Anyway, I had a nice walk with the cripples and heard more hash gossip than is good for my tender ears, so that’s OK. My lovely wife returned with muddy feet, so that’s alright. Sans “O” got lost and was redirected by a girl, so that’s normal. TRex didn’t get lost, so that’s a miracle. The wind blew a hooligan and there was no gluhwein. Oh. My. God. Words fail me and I haven’t had my tablets today, so on to the circle:

Twizzle was downed for new shoes, but no beer-in-shoe humiliation. Ah well.
Sans”O”, TRex, Little Shit, Penguin and Nipples had a drink in recognition of their fine knees, fashionably turning deeper shades of blue in the balmy breezes. Perhaps the shorts should be shot and laid to rest for a while?
One Liner was given an out of hashtime reward for becoming tired and emotional at Twizzle’s equinoctial party and then setting his clock two hours forward.
We had a visitor from Daneland who used to be called Harley, but he vamoosed before the circle and could not be singled out for taunting. I wonder if he paid his subs……..yes, of course he did.Yeah.

Plonker as the sole hare got her down and then we all buggered off to Scott Skinners. Except for Sans”O” as per usual, who decided to lead a splinter group to the Feuchside Inn. And why not? Surprised he didn’t bring the BBQ and Ice Bar.

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