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1911 - Sun 27 Jan 2019 - Forvie National Nature Reserve - Hares: Little Shit & Sharnie - Scribe: Numbskull

Aberdeen Hash House Harriers

Run 1911

Sunday 27/01/19

Forvie National Nature Reserve

Hares - Little Shit and Sharnie

The following nonsense is based on my contemporary notes that are now barely comprehendible - any editorial advice welcome! [Standard text].

RS was again tempted into providing me with transport to the hash, with loose promises of petrol, lunch and other goodies. Lorraine came along for the ride - and the lunch (see below).

It was the day of the worst weather of the year (bar none). Pissin’ rain / sleet, blowin’ a fookin’ gale and lots more besides. Right on the edge of the NE coast of Aberdeenshire, with the wind coming from the general direction of the N Pole and not much in between to stop it.

Still, we buzzed around the bypass (‘cept for Tonto’s missing bit) and got there well in time.

A few wimp hashers didn’t turn up for the run. One didn’t even get up and have a shower (again) before it was all over (daren’t say who, but hash handle rhymes with paps).

My contemporaneous notes (see above) mention a new runner (Janice - pronounced Yanice) from Greece, who was on his first run. I immediately rated him as possibly a little deranged. 

I mean who, with even the remotest vestiges of sanity, would leave the balmy shores of the southern Aegean for; ‘the day of the worst weather of the year (bar none). Pissin’ rain / sleet, blowin’ a fookin’ gale and lots more besides. Right on the edge of the NE coast of Aberdeenshire, with the wind coming from the general direction of the N Pole and not much in between to stop it.’?

See what I mean?

This general impression of the guy’s sanity was further reinforced when he asked if he should undress (he was well kitted out in thick warm, wind / water proof looking mountain clothes) for the pre-run warm up. Er, no Janice.

Btw, Janice, this is the best write up I have ever done for a new runner. Well done, sunshine!!

There was the usual demo from the hare(s) about symbols and such, though in LS’s very neat and elegant very thin flour script. I can’t get flour out of a hole that size!

The run set off and I went for a wee walk. Managed from the car park to the little copse of trees just inside the Forvie park gate (50yds). Not much wind here and brolly keeping me dry. Good, then?

Nope!

Out of the other end of the trees into; ‘the day of the worst weather of the year (bar none). Pissin’ rain / sleet, blowin’ a fookin’ gale and lots more besides. Right on the edge of the NE coast of Aberdeenshire, with the wind coming from the general direction of the N Pole and not much in between to stop it.’

See what I mean?

Struggled on, in the teeth of the gale, for at least 50yds, until the struts of the brolly gradually all failed in compression. What to do? Well, smart about and back into the woods to recover and decide Plan B - obviously back to RS’s wee jeep to sit in the warm.

At this stage, bumped into Penguin, who was of like mind - tho’ more set on his car than RS’s (more comfort, heated seats, Classic FM, etc, etc). Sorry RS!

So we sat in the warm and comfort and reminisced about hashing on Bali and Lombok and other sensible warm places.

Meanwhile, the main pack of runners and walkers were out in; ‘the day of the worst weather of the year (bar none). Pissin’ rain / sleet, blowin’ a fookin’ gale and lots more besides. Right on the edge of the NE coast of Aberdeenshire, with the wind coming from the general direction of the N Pole and not much in between to stop it.’

I believe some seals were seen, and there was generally more exercise taken than what Penguin and I did.

Then to the circle where we had AHHH 36th year birthday cake and, unbelievably, sang ‘Singing in the Rain’ with actions (probably Hippo’s fault).

DDs and stuff (in no particular order):

- Yanice, for coming all the way from Greece for his first run

-     - T Rex, for getting a lift to the beer check

-     - Blah, blah

-     - Blah, blah

-     - Blah, blah

Poems by Tom Boy Tom and Panty Pockets and yours truly (Burn’s day remnants) - see mine below.

After the run, some went to the On-Inn in Newburgh. RS, Lorraine and I buzzed around the bypass (‘cept for Tonto’s missing bit) to Stoney for On-Inn at the Station with Flaps (who was now up and showered), daughter Mads (Princess Sapphire) and pal Aimee.

Therefore, lift to hash = 6 lunches + 1 tank petrol. Deal or no deal?? ……………..

……… and so to bed. Happy days!!!

 

Nummers

 

PS, why does LS insist on setting runs on; ‘the day of the worst weather of the year (bar none). Pissin’ rain / sleet, blowin’ a fookin’ gale and lots more besides. Right on the edge of the NE coast of Aberdeenshire, with the wind coming from the general direction of the N Pole and not much in between to stop it.’?

... and now (yawn!!)

Horrible History Lesson for Run 1911 (courtesy of T Rex Cock).

As Sir Deadmund wasn’t present, I made up a brilliant, witty HH for 1912 on the run. When I got back I found out that the run was actually 1911, so had to resurrect the story about 1911 being the year the RMS Titanic was launched and its sister ship the RMS Olymprick crashed into a navy ship, requiring it to go back to dry dock, alongside the Titanic, pinching its rudder and other bits, and starting off the ship swap conspiracy. So 1911 was the run where the conspiracy cult began.

TRC

Ode to Red Stripe

O my Luve's like a red, red rose 

That's newly sprung in June

And oft times will you hear her hum

This sweet and pretty tune.

As fair art thou, you bonnie lass

There’s something ge’in bother

The dye’s turned broon, the hair is ruin’d

Noo y’l never get a lover

An btw -

Jist so ye ken

Mauve’s nae a fookin colour.

 

Nummers

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