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 HASH MAG ARCHIVE 1987: RUN NO.168 Run Date: 2 March 1987 Drake Explores The Ocean According to the subscription money collected, there were about fifteen runners skulking around the back of the Ocean Bistro for the start of this superb run. Despite having a green flashing light to herald the 'accidental' starting point (or perhaps because of it), the hounds eventually all arrived five minutes late for the off - all except Bloodnock and Sara, who were later still. Well no-one told the hares about the need for a short run before a meal but the hounds remained in an optimistic mood (= blissful ignorance). Everyone was off to a quick start along the Richmond Walk towards Mutton Cove only to loop back past Prospect Row and the Mount Wise Squash Centre. The latecomers joined the run at Devonport Hill only to find that a hot pace left them in the all too familiar position that they had started in. The whole hash left the sports ground and crossed into the Paradise Road graveyard where the obvious check-back was lost under a tombstone, however, our lights were a pretty sight. There was a brief opportunity to dry the trainers before squelching across Stoke Damerel rugby field. The keenies were again lost in a thicket above the Milehouse substation all following an obvious false trail in Kamakasi style. The sentry-guard at the bus depot waved us out of his land with a bemused smite of disbelief and was quite disappointed when we ail survived crossing Alma Road. A sinuous route through Central park finally lead us past the cemetary and out past the Post Office sorting station. Deadly could not resist climbing the steps at Victoria Park to show off to the others, who, in turn, quickly sped past him in full cry for the bucket. Apart from the welcome return of Living Dangerously and Tarmac, there were two new runners: Paul B. who said he would never come again (wise man) and Karen accompanied by Skiddy (David S). There were a few fair weather strangers in the Ocean Bistro who were noticeably absent from the run (I.A.T., I'm Not Norman, Horse Trough, etc.) Dick Turpin was predictably missing - perhaps he has "died of ignorance". El Pee was dining and wining a mysterious lady friend. The fare was excellent and well presented suiting everyone but Bloodnock, who complained of "no chips". Snakehips tried to steal the glory by acting "Le garcon". Drake's ruling Military Junta was roused into action by the bridal march and undemocratically announced the new committee during a pregnant pause - well, it couldn't be worse could it? Grand Master: Chris M (aka Deerhunter), Hash Cash: Diane G, Hare Mistress: Jane P (aka George), Head Scribe: John A (aka Farting Armpit), Hon. Sec: Mike S (aka Snakehips), Hash Horn: Richard T . Imogen, George's mum, described how her husband had destroyed the new Post Office red Passat - he obviously forgot it wasn't the P.O.van, and no anguish was spared for his fate. Notices: 1. Please check that you are credited with all your runs and 'hared-runs'. 2. Runners should pay before the run the ghastly sum of 50p. 3. Nasty names needed for some unadulterated hashers. 4. Suggestions for future whingeing walks please.
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