|
|
|
 HASH MAG ARCHIVE 1988: RUN NO.234 Run Date: 16 May 1998 The Day We Did It In A Lee Mill Alley It was one of those warm, balmy summer nights.The sound of the distant bullfinch could be heard carried on a scented breeze from afar. The bluebells were just peaking in that glorious purple haze that only nature has been able to capture. Peace was on earth and the heavens were at rest in this small corner of the empire. Alas, the gentle waters of the Lee lapped no more on the mighty wheel of the ancient mill. Times were a-changing my friends, as the villagers who earlier had ventured out, were returning home to a simple and humble meal of ale and bread, hastening with the thought that tranquillty was about to be lost for ever more. Right you bastards, that's the cultural bit over, now on to the hash. Had it not been for a very muted 'Old Queen' and the murmurings of the Grand Master we would have been away before Norman had arrived. Such a pity - it would have been nice to see him checking for once to catch us up. A feeling of deja vu prevailed as we crossed the road to a check by "that field". On On up the lane was called, but the shortcutters (including Norman), made off across the field. At the top of the lane speedo Les was off and checking in all directions with Deadly in hot pursuit. Naturally, both got it wrong as grey cells Endosperm led the way past a field and over an electric (ouch) fence. The sawdust led us on to a check and a brief re-group. Deadly and Speedo were doing their headless chicken duo whilst the rest were led by silky Snakehips back the way we came and off left up hill and down to yet another check. Here we were joined by the Milton Combies who lost their way and didn't know where to find us. After a little shuffling the headless duo had it checked out and we all started busting a gut upwards. Hubtrims, sporting a rather provocative pair of shorts, and Gordon were spirited way to re-join us some twenty minutes later. Through a fielde we went and On On to yet another check at a T junction.Yesman attempted to stay with Snakehips who just changed a gear, which left Yesman to trot along with me at my more even pace. Rover has developed a whole new running style following his visit to the CASBAR. Watch him next week- the motion is so smooth - YUK! What a pity it affects the speed so much. We arrived at a check on the southern side of the A38 road, but who could have kicked it out sending Deadly off on his own? Next came the "Boring Road Run" - yawn - but it soon brought us to 'The Climax'. Sorry F.Ferret you missed out again. To cries of "It's cold around my watsits!", we were herded up the middle of the river to home. I found the water so relieving, especially as I had the squitters and, yes, I was in front!!! (use your imagination). It was On On into the skittle alley, where side bets were being placed. Secret practising had been going on and Bunny looked Invincible. Slumper or Splasher forced raffle tickets upon us and Maureen did her bit with the folding. Shame about the prizes NORMAN! What a SCUM production! Don't ask me who won the skittles as I haven't got the faintest idea. Any sport which requires me to place more than one foot in front of the other is just too technical for my grey cells. Dogcatcher turned up at the On Down. What a nice fellow - he left me to guard his chips whilst he played with his balls!
|
