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 HASH MAG ARCHIVE 1995: RUN NO.619 Run Date: 4 September 1995 The Quest For The Holy Grail By any other Hash standards, this year's Drake Committee take some beating; by Drake standards it is a vintage year of disorganisation. Our star man, Thirsty Glass, upon returning from his summer sabbatical to Blackpool, where incidentally he came second in the Princess Di look alike competition, discovered he had mislaid the Hash holy grail, namely the Hash list. Now we can get by in spite of most of the committees cock-ups, but Thirsty knows he has really scored this time. He has therefore decided to emigrate. Yes, he's gone west in the footsteps of Bruce. Can Cornwall handle this pair, and what about Bruce? Other Hashers of scholarly persuasion arrived at Shipley Bridge on this cool damp night, after lengthy summer absences. Crawling out of the woodwork was one comment I heard, which I thought was particularly unkind in relation to Guinness, but pretty apt for the Old Ferret particularly because he takes more short cuts than Begorrah. We saw the most reliable sign that winter is not too far away. Mudflaps, who has been known to shiver in July, had the full cold weather outfit on, and didn't appear to relish the thought of a Limpalong/Dishy/Mole co-production trail. Runs from here have a benevolent predictability; a bit like meeting an old friend - Deadly excluded. Limpalong even got away again with the round Shipley Bridge/into the bog/over the stream start, which put Deadly in super whinge mode for the rest of the night. It did not catch out Anonymouse who wasn't going to fall for that nonsense. There was a lot of heavy breathing as we climbed up to the filtration station taking in a couple of checks. In fact there was some gasping and Skippy said she would tell me later what was the cause. Ziggy, Thirsty and Anon led at speed to the check at the bottom of Bala Brook and the trail restarted up the other side. IAT did a mega short cut here as did Begorrah, but Twice-A-Night followed the trail; she said she liked it in the ferns. Coming back over the stream there was the long climb up Zeal Hill, otherwise known as Dishy's revenge. We got a bit strung out over the hill top, and the checks were found fairly easily. Limpalong played one of his cunning little stunts in the gully down to the Avon, with the front runners disappearing up their own fundamentals. The check at the bottom, led to a restart over the road and up to Dockwell Ridge. It was dusk now and the third check up the hill really stuffed FFerret, Deadly and Ziggy, who all subsequently got into trouble in those bloody rhododendrons at the bottom! SNM - Say No More. A race then back to the cars, and a convivial evening in the Packhorse. Here there was much talk of toads, testicles and pickled eggs. Twice-A-Night said she just picked one up, Skippy said she had never kissed one, and IAT had apparently just trodden on one. It was all very confusing, not helped by the beer. Deadly just can't help trying to 'impress' Skippy, but she doesn't seem to mind and even Limpalong joined in.
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