Hash day is here again. Although Sheik Me Me didn't know his way to the

Asite. (Him being one of the Hares) We finally got there after a series of U

turns. 49 sign ups amassed for the latest run with many visitors from near and

far, notably Chiang Mai. The hares Sheik Me Me and Beverly Hills Pink Cock

P.C. contradicted each other in informing us about the run. On setting off we

still took a few minutes to find the first lot of paper. Up the hill and down again

the hashers coming across 2 checks very close together. This confused

everybody into going the wrong way but eventually managing to find the right

way. Lots of short cutters took their own routes to further confuse the front

runners but what the hell anyway. Some did the whole run, others lost paper

which because of heavy rain was sometimes hard to find. The runners came in

between 1 hr. 15 and 1 hr. 30 mins. not a bad workout.

After some good food (provided by V.V. and a few goodies from Split Beaver)

the Grandmaster called the circle. Hashers questioned about the run had

several complaints, but in general everybody had a good run out. The hares

could be up for the must try harder award.

There was the usual banter in the circle with most getting a good icing. This

included our visitors from Chiang Mai, who seemed to have a good time. They

(Chiang Mai) introduced their special lit up toilet plunger for down downs to

the amusement of the hashers. A light rain shower made a number of the circle

to dash for umbrellas who were rightfully iced for being whimps. With heavy

rain clouds approaching the circle was called to a close. Just in time for most

to make it back to the transport before the heavens opened up. Bless Lord

Lucan and a few others for braving the downpour to pack up the gear. A lot of

hashers headed back to the Thistle to finish off the night. This is when Sheik

Bin Shaggin had to be sent to bed for nodding off (can't take his ale) on his

guest.

ON ON People

S.B. Shaggin