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 HASH MAG ARCHIVE 1994: RUN NO.554 Run Date: 31 May 1994 Ghost Hashers In The Sky Temporary insanity or too much beer means that your Scribe-Mistress has been landed with the words this week. How come Rover got out of it again? Could it be that he is too tall for me to look him firmly in the eye, or is he just too good at excuses?!! Well from Bedford Bridge Mudflaps laid what must have been the cleanest/driest run in a long time, and despite her temporarily forgetting where she'd laid the trail around Long Ash, it was a thoroughly enjoyable hash. I.A.T. may have thought otherwise. Yes, the silly old b..... did it again and took one of his famous short cuts, which led him downstream to Grenofen, while we were going upstream to Magpie Bridge! After a small search party was set up ( we're such a caring hash!), Begorrah found a soggy footed but unrepentant I.A.T. Of course, it's never his fault!! So whose turn is it to lose him next week ? Fluff and Mark's wedding went really well, with several of the Hash in attendance. Zippy was on form after many pints of Bass, and several ladies found this madly gyrating figure dancing with them, whether they wanted him to or not!!!!! On Monday evening (at yet another social event...yes, we live the high life in Hoo Meavy!), he was complaining of a bruised chest, the result of a collision with something unknown, whilst walking Zoe (Not Medlock) home. He maintains that he was a perfect gentleman throughout! Maybe it was his exertions (that's one way to put it!), that caused him to miss the Chagford Two Hills Race record by just one second! What a shame! Well done to Tinkerbell who was second lady in the same race, and to Deadly who remembering his great age, walked the course with his eight year old lad. Well enough of this waffle....After showing my last poetic hash mag to my big bruv, he suggested that I shouldn't give up my day job, and forwarded his own rhyme for inspiration. It goes to the tune of 'Ghost Riders in the Sky'.....so all together now!!! A fit young lad went running out one dark and windy day, And on a tor he rested as he went upon his way, Then all at once through the mist a harassed figure he did spy, Trying to lay a devious trail for that hash up in the sky. Chorus: Yipee ei aye, yipee ei oh, Ghost Hashers in the Sky! Its Reeboks were made of iron and its muscles made of steel, And through a cloud of sawdust, its hot breath he could feel, Then he saw the pack a coming hard and heard their frantic yell, Back check you short cutting bastard for that on on down in hell. Chorus: Yippee ei aye, yipee ei oh, Ghost Hashers in the Sky! With heavy lungs and blood-shot eyes, their kit all soaked in sweat, They've been trying hard to catch that hare, but they ain't caught it yet, So they've got to run forever on that trail up in the sky, Where 2On On'" and "Where's that effing sawdust?", is their constant cry. Chorus: Yipee ei aye, yipee ei oh, Ghost Hashers in the Sky! As the pack panted on by him, he heard one call his name, If you like muck and ale on Monday nights, then hashing is your game, So young man change your ways today and with us you can jog, Trying to stay on sawdust through the bracken and the bog. Chorus: Yipee ei aye, yipee ei oh, Ghost Hashers in the Sky!
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