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 HASH MAG ARCHIVE 1986: RUN NO.154 Run Date: 1 December 1986 Come On Baby Light My Torch Sixteen 'enterprising' hashers gathered for what was generally assumed to be a drier run than the previous week. They included two visitors - Sharky Junior (to be known as Jaws 2!) and Tom (Plus Four), who, after being introduced to Farting Ferret, was immediately acknowledged as a fellow civil servant. Do they have a secret handshake, or was it because he checked out each trail in triplicate? The Ferret was observed carrying around a paper bag which according to The Highwayman contained his supper, but which Ferret claimed was batteries for his torch. Apparently, he wanted to extract the last ounce of juice from the old ones before throwing them away. Why doesn't he do like IAT and get a Black & Decker which is timed to run out ten minutes before the end of a run? Cream Soda turned up in his winter gear - long johns, balaclava etc. What is he going to do when it gets cold?!! He was also sporting a new line in torches, a sort of 'Push Me-Pull You' version, which gives off beams from both ends, so you can't tell whether he is coming or going. No doubt, it is also designed to cope with Arkle double runs! As to where the run went, your guess is as good as mine. The hare appeared from time to time to put us on to sawdust, and to shortcut the ladies, who, as usual, were nattering about inconsequential matters. Hubcaps was running on all sixteen valves and showing her behind to us ordinary eight valve jobs, whilst George was being taken for walkies (or rather runnies) by Sam. At various stages El Pee and Dogcatcher disappeared. However, I have it on good authority that Dogcatcher was observed knocking up somebody. We're not sure whose door it was, but Hotlips lives in the general area! As my B & D torch, which I last saw in her downstairs loo, is now apparently in the back of Not Norman's car, one does wonder what sort of company she is keeping! In the absence of Horsetrough, The Highwayman was making valiant attempts to blow the horn, but from where I was the wind seemed to be blowing from the wrong end! The Deadly Old Queen was prancing around the streets getting all the checks wrong, but what can you expect from only the fifth best daytime orienteer? On the other hand, according to Hubcaps, Wimpers is the British Night Champion - he's also pretty good at orienteering! At the on down (town) the hash split into its usual select groups (well, some of them are), making it difficult to obtain any worthwhile scribing material. Since the Improper Doctor gave up hashing, the quality - and quantity - of scribing has been severely reduced. On the way home El Pee attempted to Lope(s) off to see Nicole (on business, he said), but when deterred, he made for the Royal Oak to see another Nicholl. Like a sailor with a girl in every port, El Pee has one in every pub!
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