Wednesday (Boxing Day) 26 December 2001
Venue: Salem: outside Arrow's Manshop
Hares:
Virgins:
- Will, Vicky, Paul, Catlin, Maggie, Mark, Gordon, Suzanne, Mary Ann, Ruth Ann, Joe
Namings
- John Smith: Sticky Wicket, Googlies, Silly Mid-on, Polished Balls
- Gessie Smith: Duck, Stitched-Up, Teddy, Knickerless
Brenda: Bruce Lee, Overdue, Lacy Black Belt, Bruce Lace, Pussy Galore, Barbie.
Down Downs
- On charges of disrespect to GM: Amy
- Christening the new RA mug: Ex-RA Rusty
- Moose Dick for being a Baileys drinker (rule no.1 = 'no poofters')
- Dr Sewage for the hairdo
- The “useless ones”: Lewis and Nick
- Further disrespect: Ruth Ann & Suzanne for shopping instead of drinking
- Hash Shit: Moose Dick, who will wear the shirt next time as he “forgot” it this time
Run No 14 - The Boxing Day Hash
Staggered out of bed Boxing Day morning, kicking gift wrapping paper and Christmas dinner debris aside, stumbled into car (working on autopilot) to meet at the ungodly hour of 10 am at the car park opposite Arrow’s Manshop (but was it Salem or Sweeney’s?). But who were all these people? So many new faces to the Hash, we wondered if we’d gone to the wrong Arrow’s after all.
But no, the Hares, John and Gessie were there, giving instructions to first-timers, reckoning any runner back within an hour merited a special prize (where did all the special prizes go then?).
The Salem jump-up was winding down as we dragged ourselves at a less than speedy pace up along Salem High Street, past Ram’s, MNT and MSS, up (what a surprise) round where the Delta container used to be in the direction of Duck Pond. So far so good. We’d done this before, but John and Gessie were kinder on the Hashers on their run than Rusty and Arsefelt had been on Run No 4 – we were spared the steep perilous slopes that separated the men from the boys and Antiguans in wooden flip-flops.
Rumour had it that some didn’t circumnavigate Duck Pond as directed, but SCB’d, but I suspect that really was just a vicious rumour. Well, as long as no-one spotted them…
Next time bring a sack, or some cardboard so you can slide down the slopes instead of scrambling down on hands and knees (as well as Mark raping the forest, the rest of us probably had half of the Cot between us in our shoes and pockets).
The trail led us to Hope Spring, and out onto the level of the new MVO, down concrete slopes also crying out for cardboard or a skateboard, sounds from Salem wafting across the valley (cruel - we could see where we had to go, and just how far aw ay it still was).
Crying out Merry Christmas to all who passed (V.I dancing up the last hill to Desert Storm, waving his rag all the way), we made it back to the cars (where’s Gessie, says John. Fine Hare to lose his C-Hare) and the beer-wagon, Moose ably assisted by Rusty. GM Launched into the ceremonies (no swimming to hold him back this time), with V.I. introducing various virgins and miscreants, but soon giving way to the ex-RA.
A nicely laid hash – perfect for so many new Hashers. And thanks to all for their generosity. The EC800 + US 20 collected on the day was duly handed over to Meals on Wheels’ Treasurer Rev Florence Daley. Well done, Hashers.
ON ON!
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