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1918 - Sun 17 Mar 2019 - Porlethen - Hares: Golden Shower & Eveready - Scribe: Fire Flaps

Aberdeen Hash House Harriers

Run 1918

Sunday 17th March 2019

Portlethen

Hares: Golden Shower & Eveready

Portlethen presented us its usual gale force offerings and ominous icy dark clouds as we gathered in an array of green. In respect to the Guinness swillers I feel an Irish sonnet is in order….
“There was a young man from Kent 
Whose rod was so long it bent. 
So to save himself trouble 
He bent it in double, 
And instead of coming – he went!”

And so off we went…. 

From then on, the r@n remains a mystery to all, as the scribe had sensibly left paper and pen in the car to keep it nice and dry. 


However, it can be noted that in general, morale ran high when we passed the odd scrapings of flour (or was it lichen?). When trail eluded us we kept our spirits up with a triangle dance (Sharnie totally down with the kids), frolics in the playground (Cock not looking quite as spritely as he usually would for some reason) or in true hash form running past perfectly good hash beer in order to reach the elusive beer check. It was at this point Tia made her thoughts on the run known by knocking over a garden light with the sheer size and force of her turd. 

On back to begin the circle before the jaunty angle of the rain/sleet/hail turned completely horizontal and took all our eyes out.

Peanuts circulated and down downs commenced:

Our two leprechauns (NotDot and The Penguin) were rightly rewarded for their efforts in green

Yours truly was reunited with her pen and paper and scribing could begin in earnest (who’s Ernest?)

Mustafa had a down down as obviously he mustafa down down. That is apparently now the rule. Looks like he’s on to a winner there.

For some reason athleticism was rewarded by giving our two long distance runners (Cockatool & Inspector Gorse) a down down for being foolish enough to run a long way only to turn around and run back again. At least they were sensible enough to find a pub after all that nonsense.

Sergio was required to take a drink because of his need to have a wank which seemed a little harsh to me

Bruce Almighty was rewarded for finding the lost property of Tia (hash dog – perhaps I should have made that clear earlier) although I feel perhaps High Maintenance and Muff Diver should have taken the hit for not giving a shit about where she was in the first place.

Sergio was in again for getting pussy in his car – I sensed a certain amount of envy over the morning he had obviously had so far.

Sergio remained in place in the circle due to owning up to rummaging in Eveready’s nooks and crannies (he really was having one hell of a day) and finding a race number to a run she had obviously had a rethink about committing to. I feel she should be commended for casting it aside in order to lay trail for us reprobates.

Struth was berated for being late (this is news?) but in fairness had an original excuse that involved car keys being left places they shouldn’t be (ie not in the ignition). Barbarella needs to be commended for being the hero (and the hasher with currently the most points on his license)

The waft of beer from the On Inn brought down downs to a close but no one was allowed to leave until potatoes had been pooped in true Irish form. Inspector Gorse was still in full race mode and made a bullseye in the tankard – perhaps something he has done before when caught short?

The hares Golden Shower and Eveready were rewarded for their frugal use of flour (austerity in action) and the hash made hasty retreat into the warm arms of the On Inn

 

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