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 HASH MAG ARCHIVE 1986: RUN NO.133 Run Date: 7 July 1986 The Worse Run In History Having travelled half way across Devon (some to the musical accompaniment of the Hash Horn) to get to this P.K. run at Sandygate, was it too much to expect a hash rather than a long "boring" road race? I shall omit to mention the other hare on the basis that no one could possibly want to share the blame for this disastrous run (Incredibly, on a similar debacle in the past from that hostelry known as the George, someone actually wanted to claim the 'credit' - how else do you think George got her name?!). And to make matters worse tonight's hash was a joint run with Ashburton H3, so we can't even keep quiet about it! This run (race) started off Fast and Furious with checks that did little, or nothing, to stop the pack from becoming well spread out. Ash Hash were most concerned about their slower hounds. We of sterner stuff didn't care a fig, of course. Rambo from Ashburton H3, anybody remember him? (anybody want to?) was observed cooling himself in a brook. Didn't he realize that H.T. had relieved himself in it less than two hundred yards away? After a bit of damp grass which lulled us into thinking this just might turn out to be a good run, there came the Long / Short split. Now, what happened to those on the Short who knows, as for those on the Long no more can be said, suffice to say Wimpers comment of "boring" is somewhat diplomatic to describe the worse run in Drake H3's history. Some had said H.T.'s run after the Gispert Gallop was the 'pits', well this run has got to be a strong contender. Well done P.K., we'll award you something, but don't hold your breath! The On Down was more interesting, particularly as Deadly wasn't there, apparently he was in Norway in a Vauxhall rather than a Fjord. Chip-nicking was in evidence, as and when the waitresses guard was down. But nicking chips from a member of the public's plate by an Ash hasher was embarrassing. The fellow took it all in good humour, but he couldn't do anything else with forty odd(!) hashers looking on. And who was it who couldn't tell the difference between Deerhunter and Norman because both were running side by side wearing similar running kit? Well, Norman is the bald headed one who grows his hair long in a vain attempt to cover it! The Trough, in his usual disgusting way, was seen flashing in the car park, and when Morris Minor complained he gave her car a wash in the only way H.T. can. Apparently, it does take off all the grime and you too can have your car (H) T.cut for the asking. Ash Hash invited Drake to their run the following night. Seven turned up and apparently a good run was experienced. Only ten yards of road was encountered and P.K. was there, so hopefully he's taken note. A beer keg was produced halfway into the run and after everyone was suitably refreshed it was ON ON! The evening concluded with a barbecue and a tug-of-war. Needless to say Drake lost - even against the ladies. It's as well they all went home before the kids challenged them. It doesn't bear thinking about if they lost against the kids!
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