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1936 - Mon 15 Jul 2019 - Persley Walled Garden - Hare: Barbarella - Scribe: Muff Diver

Aberdeen Hash House Harriers
Run No. 1936
Monday 15th July 2019
Persely Walled Garden
Hare: Barbarella
Hash Trash 15 July 2019 Run 1936

All started well with a horrible history relating to Alan Turin, the Enigma machine, and the new £50 note.

A sunny evening brought out a good bunch of Hashers.

Soon it was over to the hare and the usual Barbarella bedlam started. There was a short walk, a long walk with an emergency shortcut, a medium run and the regular run set at 12km. What??!!. On a Monday night?!

Oh, and the beer stop wasn’t in place yet, had he even bought it yet or was it set in a dodgy area?

Within minutes the pack was separated trying to find the flour.

After a good 10 minute faff around , Wee Willie, Mad King George and myself worked out what was going on and continued last (or so we thought). We ran along the river bank , continuously stung by nettles. We emerged near the cars and followed the straight-across arrow into the cemetery where we linked up with more lost Hashers. Tonto did a right turn up Mugiemoss Road and called On-On. The trail wasn’t in the cemetery at all. We set off in pursuit around the housing estates and at this point I found myself losing the will to live!

The smell of Mike’s fish 🐟 and chips 🍟 was too much for me. I’d hadn’t eaten much all day. So I knocked the run on the head and ran towards the chippie. On the way I discovered I hadn’t been last at all. I met poor lost souls Underlay, Twizzle and company who had been all the way to Seaton Park. I was able to point them in the right direction but Underlay thought my chips plan was a better idea and joined me for a munch.

In the chippie I got a call from Sir Deadmund Hillary. He informed me he was lost at Lidl on the roundabout in Bucksburn.

High Maintenance , Glasgow and Jetslag were in Lidl shopping. Jetslag bought a big roll of cling film. presumably for disabling the hare if he ever returned.

Chips finished , I followed Twizzle’s lead and drove home, knowing the pack were unlikely to return any time soon. So £3 for a run which wasn’t worth 3p. We had been promised a sweetie stop with Whiskey MAC and Gin and Tonic. A beer stop as well. None of this materialised anywhere near me.

Maybe the pack reformed at the end and everyone had had a lovely time on trail? 😆

I have no clue what happened in the circle at the end but I hope there was a suitable punishment!

Muff Diver.

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