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 HASH MAG ARCHIVE 1996: RUN NO.645 Run Date: 18 March 1996 Ferret's Farce As Deferred Entry put it so succinctly, "It went round Sharpitor, into the woods, and back again", and I couldn't have put it better myself. Without Zippy and with the cunningly disguised trails from the checks, it was possible to keep the hash together rather more than has been the case of late. When I did get detached I had Skippy and Not Norman enquiring after my wellbeing, that is until the last uphill climb where I was left labouring in the rear. It would have been worse had I allowed myself to be led astray by Mark a.k.a. Albert R.N. (see me about that one), who insisted that he had seen blobs near Crazywell Pool whilst out cycling. It was his last run with Drake before going to Hampshire to be a policeman. If his directions to lost tourists are as good as his idea of where the trail goes then he should make Chief Constable in no time. Enough about the run, lets get on to the interesting stuff. It was a bit crowded in the back of Skippy,s car as she was giving her Mum a lift home. Why she didn't make her walk I don't know, after all its only three miles. Today's children are too soft on their parents, no wonder there's so much senile crime. By the time I transferred to the front seat I was feeling a little queasy from the fumes of Deferred Entry's wintergreen mixed with the smell of something else to do with his day job at Derriford Hospital. I understand that he puts labels on samples, I just wish he'd put them in bottles first. At the Walkhampton Inn Not Norman was waxing lyrical about past hash mags, which like everything else in life, improve with age. At least they used to cover two sides of a sheet of A4 unlike Twice-A-Week's effort which barely covered one. Her excuse was that she was working in jeopardy (I thought she worked at MarJons). A Stannary hasher offered to exchange mags and got the thin end of the deal. No doubt the advent of Fax machines, E-Mail and Internet has stifled the imagination of scribes. The Beast kindly explained how Internet worked and I have to agree with Janet Street-Porter's opinion that "its main use is to provide an occupation for boring, inadequate and socially inept people". Sorry Beast! But what would she know, she couldn't even keep up with Fffffffffiona (being more of a talker than a walker)! Please note Twice-A-Week I am now going on to Page 2! Mudflaps and Anonymouse recently made a trip to Dorchester for an orienteering meet which was somewhere else on a different day. Mudflap's name has now been shortened to Mud! I made copious notes on the back of Twice-A-Week's hash mag (there was plenty of space), to reproduce in this mag, but when I tried to decipher them it seemed to be a lot of gibberish, the best sense I could make of them was; Skippy - cleaning - Nigel's bottom - twice a week. Can anyone enlighten me? With apologies for the shortness of the mag. On! On ! This space can be used for making copious notes.
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