West London Committees of Old
Any comments or notes about significant runs please email Blunder at boyblunderwlh3@yahoo.co.uk.
2017-2018
Grand Master - Wakka
Hash Cash #1 - Ben 'Man Magnet' Cameron
Hash Cash #2 - Patrick 'mad Cow' Barr
RA #1 - Andy 'Butt Plug' Heywood
RA #2 - 'Kiss My Arse'
Social Sec #1 - Paul 'Pope' Maidment
Social Sec #2 - Jo 'Dingo' Liddle
Hare Raiser - Clive 'Bhopal' Wren
Webmeister - David 'Pickled Fart' Greer
Haberdasher - 'Nut Sucker'
Hash Flash #1 - 'New Balls'
Hash Flash #2 - 'Come Fourth in Orange'
2016-2017
GM - Wakka
Hash Cash #1 - Ben 'Man Magnet' Cameron
Hash Cash #2 - Patrick 'mad Cow' Barr
RA #1 - 'Kiss My Arse'
RA #2 - Andy 'Butt Plug' Heywood
Social Sec #1 - Paul 'Pope' Maidment
Social Sec #2 - Jo 'Dingo' Liddle
Hare Raiser - Clive 'Bhopal' Wren
Webmeister - David 'Pickled Fart' Greer
Haberdasher - Helen 'Nut Sucker' Lancaster
Hash Flash #1 - 'New Balls'
Hash Flash #2 - 'Come Fourth in Orange'
2015-2016
GM - 'Wakka'
Hash Cash #1 - Ben 'Man Magnet' Cameron
Hash Cash #2 - Patrick 'Mad Cow' Barr
RA #1 - 'Lick a Pile'
RA #2 - 'Not Contagius'
Ra #3 - 'Love Deuce'
Ra #4 - Andy 'Butt Plug' Heywood
Social Sec #1 - Jo 'Dingo' Liddle
Social Sec #2 - 'Kiss my Arse'
Hare Raiser - Clive 'Bhopal' Wren
Webmeister - David 'Pickled Fart' Greer
Haberdasher - Helen 'Nut Sucker' Lancaster
2014-2015
GM - Jo 'Dingo ate my Pussy' Liddle
Hash Cash - Ben 'Man Magnet' Cameron
RA - Any and all
Social Sec - 'Love Deuce'
Hare Raiser - Clive 'Bhopal' Wren
Webmeister - Craig Murray
Haberdasher - Philip 'Stay Over' Hogg
Hash Flash - Rob 'Optimist' Wickes
2013-2014
GM - Jo 'Dingo ate my Pussy' Liddle
Hash Cash - Ben 'Man Magnet' Cameron
RA - Any and all
Social Secs - 'Love Deuce'
Hare Raiser - Paul 'Pope' Maidment
Hare Raiser - Andy 'Butt Plug' Heywood
Webmeister - Craig Murray
Haberdasher - Philip 'Stay Over' Hogg
Hash Flash - Rob 'Optimist' Wickes
2012-2013
Grand Master - Philip 'Stay Over' Hogg
Haberdasher - Pam 'Shakes Beer' Nichol
Hare Raiser - Paul 'Pope' Maidment
And Or - Andy 'Butt Plug' Heywood
Social Secs - Helen 'Nut Sucker' Lancaster
Hash Cash - Ben 'Man Magnet' Cameron
Webmaster - David 'Pickled Fart' Greer
Website - Craig Murray
RA - Any and all
2011-2012
Grand Master - Philip 'Stay Over' Hogg
Haberdasher - Pam 'Shakes Beer' Nichol
Hare Raiser - Paul 'Pope' Maidment
And Or - Andy 'Butt Plug' Heywood
Social Secs - Helen 'Nut Sucker' Lancaster
Hash Cash - Ben 'Man Magnet' Cameron
Webmaster - David 'Pickled Fart' Greer
Website - Craig Murray
RA - Any and all
2010-2011
Grand Mattress - Ben 'Man Magnet' Cameron
Hare Raiser - David 'Pickled fart' Greer
Social Secs - Maryanne 'Bulldozer' Wightman
Hash Cash #1 - Patrick 'Mad Cow' Barr
Hash Cash #2 - Elizabeth 'Horrible' Mazey
Webmaster - Michael 'Cyst Pitt' Pegley
RA #1 - 'Periodical'
RA #2 - Alan 'Rambo' Baldock
RA #2 - Philip 'Stay Over' Hogg
Haberdasher - Tony 'Rent Boy' Jones
2009-2010
Grand Mattress - Ben 'Man Magnet' Cameron
Hare Raiser - David 'Pickled fart' Greer
Social Secs - Maryanne 'Bulldozer' Wightman
Hash Cash #1 - Patrick 'Mad Cow' Barr
Hash Cash #2 - Elizabeth 'Horrible' Mazey
Webmaster - Michael 'Cyst Pitt' Pegley
RA #1 - Andrew 'Periodical' Davenall
RA #2 - Alan 'Rambo' Baldock
RA #2 - Philip 'Stay Over' Hogg
Haberdasher - Tony 'Rent Boy' Jones
2008-2009
Grand Master - Paul 'Pope' Maidment
Hash Cash - Elizabeth 'Horrible' Mazey
Hare Raiser - Andy 'Butt Plug' Heywood
Haberdasher - Tony 'Rent Boy' Jones
RA #1 - 'Wakka'
RA #2 - Patrick 'Mad Cow' Barr
Social Sex - Ben 'Man Magnet' Cameron
Webmaster - Michael 'Cyst Pitt' Pegley
2007-2008
Grand Master - Paul 'Pope' Maidment
Hash Cash - Susan 'Chocolate Starfish' Whitaker
Hare Raiser - Maryanne 'Bulldozer' Wightman
Haberdasher - Susan 'Chocolate Starfish' Whitaker
RA #1 - 'Wakka'
RA #2 - Patrick 'Mad Cow' Barr
RA #3 - Tony 'Rent Boy' Jones
Social Sex - Ben 'Man Magnet' Cameron
Webmaster - Michael 'Cyst Pitt' Pegley
2006-2007
Grand Master - Caroline 'Fag End' Wood
Hash Cash - Jannie 'The Nanny ' Petersen
Hare Raiser - Maryanne 'Bulldozer' Wightman
Haberdasher - Michael 'Cyst Pit' Pegley
RA #1 - 'Wakka'
RA #2 - 'Chocolate Starfish'
RA #3 - Bill 'More On' Morrison
Social Sex - Tina 'Last Tango' Eckart
Webmaster - Michael 'Cyst Pitt' Pegley
2005-2006
Grand Mattress - Caroline 'Fag End' Wood
Hash Cash #1 - Fiona 'Silent but Deadly' May
Hash Cash #2 - Susan 'Chocolate Starfish' Whitaker
Hare Raiser - Phil 'Stay Over' Hogg
Haberdasher - Michael 'Cyst Pit' Pegley
RA - Shaun 'Schnickers' Whitaker
Social Sex - Tina 'Last Tango' Eckart
Webmaster - David 'Daffy' Preece
2004-2005
Grand Master - Boy Blunder
Hash Cash - Martino 'Martion Matron' Smits
Hare Raiser - Phil 'Stay Over' Hogg
Haberdasher - Caroline 'Fag End' Wood
RA #1 - Chris 'Testiculator' Andrews
RA #2 - Martin 'Blowjob' Boot
RA #3 - Tony 'Rent Boy' Jones
Social Sex - Tina 'Last Tango' Eckart
Webmaster - David 'Daffy' Preece
Hash Flash #1 - Shiho 'Takobelle' Ohata
Hash Flash #2 - Takashi 'Country Bumpkin' Ohata
2003-2004
Grand Mattress - Maryanne 'Bulldozer' Wightman
Hash Cash - Martino 'Martion Matron' Smits
Hare Raiser - Tina 'Last Tango' Eckart
Haberdasher - Caroline 'Fag End' Wood
RA #1 - Boy Blunder
Social Sex - Samara 'Blue Nun' Timon
Webmaster - David 'Daffy' Preece
Hash Flash - Kyle 'Titty Twinkles' Fairchild
2002-2003
Grand Master - Jeff 'Called Away' Calloway
Hash Cash #1 - Martino 'Martion Matron' Smits
Hash Cash #2 - Eric 'The Embezzler' Sutherland
Hare Raiser - Tina 'Last Tango' Eckart
Haberdasher - Caroline 'Fag End' Wood
RA #1 - Maryanne 'Bulldozer' Wightman
RA #2 - James 'Fat Bastard' Matthews
Social Sex - Ben 'Man Magnet' Cameron
Webmaster / On Sec - David 'Daffy' Preece
2001-2002
Grand Master - Tony 'Rent Boy' Jones
Hash Cash #1 - Eric
Hash Cash #2 - Maryanne 'Bulldozer' Wightman
Hare Raiser - Jeff 'Called Away' Calloway
Haberdasher - Caroline 'Fag End' Wood
RA - James 'Fat Bastard' Matthews
On Sec - Donna 'Hard On' Houston
On Sec - Colin Prince' Pridham
GoaI H Coord - Alan 'Rambo' Baldock
2000-2001
Grand Master - Alan 'Rambo' Baldock
RA Raiser - Tony 'Rent Boy' Jones
Hash Cash - Donna 'Hard On' Houston
Hare Raiser - Alan 'Rambo' Baldock
On Sec - Jim 'Scrotum' Hudson
Social Sex - Anne 'Screw Bear' Lomax
Haberdasher - Caroline 'Fag End' Wood
1999-2000
Grand Master - Alan 'Rambo' Baldock
RA Raiser - Chris 'Cannonballs' Mcintosh
Hash Cash - Donna 'Hard On' Houston
Hare Raiser - Rachel 'Lazy Bitch' Gilliand
On Sec - Jim 'Scrotum' Hudson
Social Sex - Anne 'Screw Bear' Lomax
Haberdasher - Caroline 'Fag End' Wood
1998-1999
Grand Master - Richard ‘Looberty’ Henning
RA Raiser - Chris ‘Canonballs’ Macintosh
Hash Cash - Donna ‘Hard-On’ Houston
Hare Raiser - Barry ‘Blown Out’ Smith
On Sec - Andrew ‘Periodical’ Davenall
Social Sex - Nadine ‘Abba’ Flint
Haberdasher - Caroline ‘Fag End’ Wood
1997-1998
Grand Mattress - Donna ‘Hard-On’ Houston
RA Raiser - Rob ‘Robocop’ Beckley
Hash Cash - Richard ‘Looberty’ Henning
Hare Raiser - ‘Popeye’
On Sec - Andrew ‘Periodical’ Davenall
Social Sex -
Haberdasher - Caroline ‘Fag-End’ Wood
1996-1997
Grand Master - Andrew 'Periodical' Davenall
RA Raiser -
Hash Cash -
Hare Raiser -
On Sec - Andrew 'Periodical' Davenall
Social Sex -
Haberdasher - Caroline ‘Fag-End’ Wood
1995-1996
Grand Master - Penny 'Pooh Hole' Liddell
Asst GM #1 - Alan ‘Rambo’ Baldock
Asst GM #2 - Don ’Eagermount’ Egremont
RA - Russell 'Worm' Baillie ??
RA - I an ’Hagisimo’ Mcleod ??
Hash Cash - Steve 'Doner Kebab' Templeton
Hare Raiser -
On Sec - Andrew ‘Periodical’ Davenall
Social Sex - Gary ‘Boy from Brazil’ Cowlishaw ????
Haberdasher - Boggers and / or Fag End ??
1994-1995
Grand Master - Douglas 'White Trash' Barrett
RA - Russell 'Worm' Baillie et al
Hash Cash - Steve 'Doner Kebab' Templeton
Hare Raiser - Don 'Eagermount' Egremont
On Sec - Nigel 'Menstrual' Collins ??
Social Sex - Penny 'Pooh Hole' Liddell
Haberdasher - Steve 'Boggers' Price
1993-1994
Grand Master - Sue 'Splash' Gande
RA Raiser -
Hash Cash - Steve 'Doner Kebab' Templeton
Hare Raiser -
On Sec - Nigel 'Menstrual' Collins ??
Social Sex -
Haberdasher - Steve 'Boggers' Price
1992-1993
Grand Master - Colin 'Prince' Pridham
RA Raiser -
Hash Cash - Steve 'Doner Kebab' Templeton
Hare Raiser -
On Sec - Nigel 'Menstrual' Collins ??
Social Sex -
1991-1992
Grand Master - Rob 'Boon' Mills ????
RA Raiser -
Hash Cash - Jon 'Little Jon' Glanville
Hare Raiser -
On Sec - Nigel 'Menstrual' Collins ??
Social Sex -
1990-1991
Grand Master -
RA Raiser -
Hash Cash - Jon 'Little Jon' Glanville ??
Hare Raiser -
On Sec - Nigel 'Menstrual' Collins ??
Social Sex #1 - Geoff ' Bubbles' Bennett
Social Sex #2 - 'The Worm'
1989-1990
Grand Master -
RA Raiser -
Hash Cash -
Hare Raiser -
On Sec - Nigel 'Menstrual' Collins ??
Social Sex -
1988-1989
Grand Master -
RA Raiser -
Hash Cash -
Hare Raiser -
On Sec - Nigel 'Menstrual' Collins ??
Social Sex -
1987-1988
Grand Master - Alan 'Rambo' Baldock
RA #1 - Bob 'Boon' Mills
RA #2 - June 'Filofax' Claydon
Hash Cash - Jon 'Little Jon' Glanville
Hare Raiser - Paul 'Pope' Maidment
On Sec - Colin 'Prince' Pridham
Social Sex #1 - Simon 'Slime'
Scribe #1 - Madeleine King
Scribe #2 - Nigel 'Menstrual' Collins
1986-1987
Grand Master -
RA Raiser -
Hash Cash -
Hare Raiser -
On Sec -
Social Sex -
1986
Founder - Bob Neff
GM - Phil 'Mertyl' Mertell
GM - Virginia 'Private Parts' West
RA - GI 'Sex Drugs and RocknRoll' Jim
Hash Cash -
Hare Raiser -
On Sec -
Social Sex -
2015-2016
CHEWING THE CUD-THE THOUGHTS AND REFLECTIONS OF AN INSANE BOVINE AT A MAD 1500 AWAY WEEKEND IN THE NEW FOREST
So it came to pass that mismanagement mastered the art of herding cats and contrived the hitherto thought impossible logistical nightmare (for WLH3)of assembling 35 odd hashers at one venue and organising deliveries of copious quantities of food and most importantly alcohol. Needless to say this involved much threatening cyber bullying as mismanagement argued over what you would you have thought were simple tasks of ordering up food and booze. Despite the managerial deficiencies of those charged with such tasks, no one starved and certainly as far as I can remember, no one had any reason to be sober for the duration.
After aperitifs of prosecco, Sheriff Dingo had us all kitted out as extras in a spaghetti western as we went out to paint the sleepy town of Lyndhurst red and ruin the Friday evening of any locals foolish enough to want to share pub space with us. Obviously the assortment of toy pistols looked realistic enough to persuade the locals and any riot police drafted in for the weekend to know their place. Somehow none of us were ejected from any of the pubs (despite the naming of Anne as M*nge and Tonic for the hiding of gin in a place concert security may not go) and eventually we ended up in a working men's club (not sure where the working women go.....). Lyndhurst seemed a strange place to have such an establishment (especially as it is home to a Maserati dealer), but clearly the locals require the lower orders to perform menial tasks such as cleaning said vehicles. A disco was provided and the locals were treated to the freak show that is the WLH3 dance troop. Being the sensible forward planning hashers we are, we all had a nice early night in preparation for the next day's marathon and absolutely nobody consumed hipflasks of malt whisky or other alcohol back at the ranch.
I was rudely awakened the next morning by the clamour for an egg chef. At these moments you begin to understand that some hashers have different skill sets not necessarily suited to the kitchen. Take Rollback for instance, given a simple task of preparing toast, it took her half a loaf of bread to work out how to set the toaster on a non cremation setting. Her attempts at boiling an egg the next day resulted in something rather runny and half raw. It was only then I remembered that she was used to having Indonesian servants to deal with such mundane tasks. Testi went into shock when he realised smoked salmon was on the menu rather than bacon. No one threw up at the breakfast table, although Tango was feeling poorly due to salad poisoning (nothing to do with WMC pinot grigio) and soon we were assembled to do a Plug Stayover production of the New Forest marathon. Naturally one would assume that a lengthy jaunt in the forest would have a much needed drink stop where hare of the dog could be dispensed to those without an alcoholic drink since 2.00am. After about 3 miles we came to a DS sign in the forest, but no sign of refreshment. Had an ISIS anti booze patrol intercepted the drink stop providers ? But no, there were no severed heads and bloodstains to indicate that this part of Hampshire had become a caliphate. Was this gross hare incompetence or incontinence, or did DS signify "don't stop"? We did however come across an ice cream van dispensing water at the bargain price of £1.40 for 50 cl. Don't let anyone tell you that the New Forest is flat, it also contains plenty of marshland to render shoes into a disgusting state only slightly alleviated by the river crossing later on. There was much wild life to view in the form of the famous New Forest ponies (aka Tesco value burger meat) and deer, despite the sentiments of our German visitor, Two Jugs who was heard to loudly enquire " vie haz zoose deers not bin shot?". I gently pointed out to her that it was not a capital offence to be a deer and that the death penalty had been abolished in 1965. Apparently the RSPCA in Germany means "Reich Society for the Preparation and Cooking of Animals".
Eventually the footsore pack arrived at the welcome on inn to discover the G & T that had escaped the ISIS booze control which provided excellent rehydration material, there were even lemon slices to go with it. It is at this point that you realise the difficulty of picnic logistics. Rachel had a list of food stuffs she could not consume roughly the length of a mid-sized Dostoevsky novel, but somehow we managed to find something meaty she could swallow and she was promptly christened "Self Raising Meat". I allegedly had a famous Mad Cow rant about the unavailability of Waitrose sourdough baguettes, choking on a Budgens version normally reserved for soup kitchens for the homeless. Despite such hardships the pack were adequately victualled before the serious business of the circle began. Having received at least 4 down downs for obscure crimes my memory is rather hazy at this point, but highlights included Two Jugs (as described above), Blunder for buying a return to Bournemouth when he couldn't find Lyndhurst on the station list (could be it doesn't have one!), All Fours for possible threesome with 2 feckin Irishmen, Pope having the cheek to complain about my snoring and the sight of my naked a*se, the hares, Bhopal was found guilty of failing to provide the drink stop. Sheriff Dingo was doused with plenty of iced water and also whipped with a long stick which she seemed to enjoy. After such a long run the pack were relieved to know that the on inn back to the ranch was only 1 1/2 miles with 2 pubs en route to provide refreshment.
After a brief siesta it was time to renew the assault on our livers and to dress up in our glad rags so that we could pass off as normal civilians. After more aperitifs and the serenading of the WLH3 choir around the piano it was time to go out and terrorise the locals again. The pub selected for the evening's festivities had sensibly allocated us a separate room and even allowed our own Sheriff Dingo to provide decorations. As we all sat down to dinner, the cry went out "where's Rollback?", search parties were despatched, was she still lost in the forest or just on the 5 minute walk to the pub that involved at least one turn? All was soon revealed, Chelski were live on Sky TV and the only place that had it was, you guessed it, the working men's club where she could indulge in a bit of rough whilst sipping a pint of Stella and watching her beloved overpaid mercenaries. Panic over we sat down to eat and drink ourselves to oblivion. Soon the entertainment turned up in the form of a one man band and tortured limbs were for the second night running dragged on to the dancing floor with only a brief interlude to evacuate the building to escape a particularly sulphurous f*rt, the provider of which cannot be named for legal reasons. At some late hour, the locals having long gone off to sleep with their close relatives, we staggered back to the ranch for continuous night caps and the rest of the evening became rather unclear, my final memory being the unedifying sight of Pope starfished face down on the bed next to mine.
After what seemed about 10 minutes, it was time to get up again. Ging Gang had applied for and got the job as egg chef and Testi finally had the rations of bacon required to maintain his splendid figure. Rollback was kept away from the toaster lest we have to suffer Budgens bread. All too soon a creaking, protesting pack were ordered out on trail by a rather hung over Sheriff Dingo. This time, the hare threatened by summary execution either by the pack or the ISIS booze control had provided a welcome G & T stop (or was it M & T?) or just neat gin for the latecomers to help anaesthetize battered limbs and sore heads as we got to visit yet more of the surrounding countryside and see yet more deer and ponies plus sane cows. After about an hour of punishment the pack staggered back to the ranch to consume a chilli made by our very own Sheriff Dingo and it was time to start drinking again. It was felt by some members of the pack that WLH3 were simply not intimidating or macho enough, so it was time for the WLH3 haka provided by the imposing figures of Sp*rm F*rt, Stayover and B*tt Plug. Those Kiwis will be quaking come the 2015 rugby world cup. As co RA Shakesbeer was demonstrating a very authoritarian mode of RAing wielding a pistol for head shots in most ISISlike fashion. Once again my memory as to the exact nature of the down downs is rather unclear as illustrated in the naming of Where's Michael, in a senior moment of slight memory lapse as to what the common rabble had voted on, he is now named "What the f*ck was it again".
Once all the decent beer had been consumed and faced with the prospect of raspberry cider or tinned lager it was time for the bedraggled pack to make their way home after a very successful weekend of utter debauchery leaving the house trained metrosexual male quartet of the scribe, B*utt Plug, Bhopal and Funky Gibbon to clear the debris and hide any evidence of house deposit losing damage. Much later in the evening we discovered by chance Miss Buzby sleeping off the effects of excessive wine poisoning, somehow apt for the weekend.
On On to the health farm
Mad Cow
2014-2015
WLH3 GM's A SHORT HISTORY
1986, rumblings of discontent are in the air, seditious mutinous conspiracy is contemplated against the ruling cabal of LH3, a breakaway hash republic is declared by those p*ssed off with long journeys to places with an E in the post code, or even worse an SE. West London Hash House Harriers is born, dragged kicking and screaming into the hash world on the 3rd of March at the Duke of Clarence in the suitably post coded Notting Hill, provocatively a Monday presumably to add insult to injury to LH3. So who to lead these upstarts into the brave new world of west London? After 17 runs and much indecision (the run night having being moved to Thursday night either as a conciliatory gesture to LH3 or because hangovers are more bearable on Fridays knowing the weekend is at hand), the leader and founder of this rebellion (Bob Neff) was summarily exiled to New York and in a remarkably non sexist democratic move for the time (even if Maggie Thatcher was PM at the time), the quarter witted pack duly erected a GM, Merty l and a G Mattress , Private Parts .
With the demise of Maggie, Mertyl felt confident enough to dispense with his female assistant and then proceeded to render himself highly unpopular by specialising in grimy council estate runs.
Discontented with such misrule, the pack erected Periodical as his replacement. Woe betide the hare stupid enough to pick a)a pub that did not do real ale, and b)a run anywhere north or east of Richmond/Twickenham.
In due course it was time for a military coup d'etat in the form of (ex British army officer) Called Away . The sudden imposition of boot camp style discipline was a shock to the hash and in time the rank and file mutinied and demanded change.
So began the reign of the flower pot in the Wych Elm garden (a golden era of enlightenment and wisdom). Unfortunately due to mobility and communication issues with said object, a regent needed to be erected to assist in misrule, and so began the tenure of Rent Boy (who of course has no recollection of any of these events due to rarely getting 200 yards from the hash pub before the first drink stop).
After an interval and considering Rent Boy was all together too sober and abstemious for the job it was felt by the pack that a less level headed personality was required to scale new lows of mismanagement, and so Boy Blunder was unanimously erected to ensure that the hash reached new highs of binge drinking.
Clearly after one bad hangover too many, the pack felt the need for a firm guiding hand at the tiller and erected Bulldozer to cajole and kick their collective ars*s. However the bullied pack began to tire of such authoritarian rule and sought spiritual guidance on who should be their next leader.
After consulting many religious texts and cult leaders around the globe (as well as W post codes), a Pope was erected to guide the pack on an orgy of riotous intoxication (substituting beer for communion wine).
As with all religions though, eventually the spirit of reformation was in the air and Popeism was rejected in favour of the more cultured (for an Australian) approach of Man Magnet who introduced such educational events as wine tasting to an uncouth, untutored pack in an effort to make metrosexual men of some of them.
Despite the enlightened reign of MM, soon the ugly face of Scottish nationalism was rearing its rebellious head, and in a spirit of appeasement and to avoid the erection of Eric, Stayover was erected in the hope that he couldn't be worse than Gordon Brown.
In the course of time however, Scottish nationalism has had to bow to the full force of strident, suffragette feminism in the form of Dingo (I will avoid giving the full name in case there are families reading this). At the time of writing us hashers are wondering if we shall still have the vote at the next hash erection and whether we will have to run in tutu's with water filled balloons for boobs and pay extra subs to fund yet more expensive girlie down down drinks.
Watch this space for future tales of misrule
On On
MAD COW
2010-2011
WLH3 25th Anniversary Ball - 18/09/2010
White Hart, Barnes Bridge
Posh frocks and dickies
2004-2005
WLH3 1000th Weekend Away
May or June 2005
Brighton
Brighton Rugby Club
Daffy and Bouncer (BH3)
West London 500 Runs to Present
Unlike the first 500 runs there are no newsletters to prompt my memory which has been severely affected by over 20 years of Hashing. During the early days, the hash was comprised of almost exclusively of single 20 to 30 year olds whose prime occupation in life was beer, partying, the hash and frenetic shagging. The result of this led to some 30 Hash weddings between 1990 & 1993, and then the inevitable thunderous sound of tiny feet – even Rambo couldn't resist! As such, over time a lot of the regular hard core hashers of the early years disappeared from the scene to be replaced by a new bunch of reprobates Fag End, Boggers, Looberty, Roadkill, John Major, Bulldozer, Boy Blunder et al.
Another feature of the hash circa 500, was that it consisted almost 25% of antipodeans. Hashers such as Streuth, Worm, Emu and Dane Edna all deny that they went home just as we got good at Sport so we couldn't take the mickey out of them for a change. However, a number of the people decided to take home some of our home grown hashers as souvenirs so we lost IBM, Boy from Brazil, Little John & Hedgehog (yes I know she was American). This drain was successfully halted when we established Eric as the most eligible Bachelor on the Hash.
Pack sizes have reduced from the 70 each week to the 40 or so nowadays but
are no less enjoyable for all that. What of the great hash events I hear you ask. Runs 500 & 600 were marked with an away weekend in sunny Osterly with Periodical being the driving force. The 666 comprised a Saturday A to B day in Richmond ending up in the Witch Elm. It could only be a day event as large numbers of hashers were about to fuck off to KL. (If you don't believe me read the T-shirt). The red dress run was established as a regular fixture with the first run taking us through Soho which the locals really seemed to enjoy.
Generally, since the 666, the event runs were celebrated on a Thursday night with food, beer stops and even an occasional band to jolly along the celebrations. This has mainly been due to the fact that the anniversary runs have fallen mid winter and has nothing to with any committee cocking it up. Committee members have come and gone and some have sunk without trace. Without some prompts I will miss loads of people but those I can remember and deserve the odd beer if you are in the money are GMs: Periodical, Called Away, Rent Boy, Bulldozer and Boy Blunder!!!??? For the record Rent Boy was never voted in as GM, we voted in the Flower pot from the Wych Elm instead on the grounds that the plant pot looked more capable than the extremely pissed Rent Boy who was having problems standing. Robocop, Fat Bastard, Bulldozer have been notable RAs. Fag End deserves a special mention for being Hash Haberdash for the entire period. The other post, which is as popular as a case of measles, is Hash Cash. Hard On, Donner, Martian Matron & Eric have done the business in this department, although Eric's accountancy skills left a little bit to be desired! Other people who have been on the committee but I can't remember what they did include Baggers and Last Tango. Garbage should get a mention for all those flyers he used to print whilst working for Westminster Council. Want to know why they agreed to the congestion charge - they'd just found the photocopying bill.
Hares-. Hard On was at one stage going to give me a run for my money on the number of runs set. Her 'desire' to set runs was as a result of being Hare Raiser for a number of years and having to fill in when a Hare went AWOL. All this haring came to a halt once she had fallen for the charms of (her) Prince. Boggers has been another frequent hare despite having a reputation for setting appalling runs. It was always the getting there that was the problem. He's even just set one in Vilnius and expected us all to attend. Unfortunately Boggers' mantle for setting dodgy runs has been inherited by Eric, who seems to be getting each time. Hare Raiser be warned!!! Generally apart from Eric & Boggers the runs are usually good and sometimes brilliant. There is still opportunity to run new territory as demonstrated by the Preston Road run this year although it is getting harder as time goes on.
We have had some unfortunate events whilst on the hash over the last 500 runs. Roadkill, running over a cyclist. As a true hasher, injured as he was, he delayed going to hospital until after the run and the down downs. His local A&E weren't quite as impressed. Whilst he had gained 4 pints of beer he had lost 1% pints of blood. We have also lost a visiting harriette on the run, but after 3 hours of fruitless searching for her, she thoughtfully phoned her embarrassed other half to say she had buggered off to their hotel in a huff as he was talking to an old friend (female) too much! Hence if someone now gets lost volunteers are very hard to find for the search party. Last Tango got interviewed by the police at her work after setting a run for her attempts to poison the local dog population. This always struck me as unfair, as Eric got off with a mild curse from a Bobby when he set a trail in Whitehall in flour at the height of the Anthrax scare. On the bright side mulled wine, beer, wine, samosa and spirits stops are still as popular as ever. Wolfgang still turns up with free beer and a seemingly inexhaustible supply of virgins. The red dress runs provides amusement to both the hash and the on lookers, though I note that the original run venue has never been repeated.
Founder members still running - Pope, Rambo & Knickers
Most Runs - Pope, Doner (Kebab???) & Rambo
Most Hares - Pope & Hard On
Oldest Hashers - Charlie (Hash Letch) 85
Youngest Hasher - Mac Beth 11 days 6 hours.
First appearance of the tube map t-shirt - Run 121
Biggest Newsletter - 95 pages
Last time the weekly subs were increased - 1988
ONON
POPE
1996-1997
Run 600 weekend was held 31 May-1 June 1997 at the same place as the 500 th .
Run 555 on 29 June 1996
The AGM was on the 25th June 1996
1995-1996
10th Anniversary
Latin American themed ball at Putney Rowing Club
Date ??/??/????
The band was ‘The Fat Sound’.
1994-1995
WLH3 500th Weekend 1-2/7/1995
Centaurs Sports Ground, Gower Rd, Isleworth (now gone).
This is the short version of the WLH3 story; how it started, who was around, that sort of thing. It's taken a few years to get to 500 runs, and there are many regulars who don't know this stuff; including our OM I expect. Of course, whether it's of any interest to them or our visitors is another matter! Anyway, here it is, no doubt with many inaccuracies which have crept in with passing of time and the disappearance of brain cells.
WLH3 was founded by Bob Neff.
Whilst living in Tokyo and hashing there, he had visited London and was not impressed with London H3. Too big an area covered, not friendly enough, ete etc. Barnes, only a couple of years old then, required a car and a definite tennis club attitude. Finding himself living here for a while in early 1986, he decided to start a "West" orientated hash. The rest of the name followed without much effort. With a friend, Kevin Ring, he placed adverts in the Times and Time Out, and contacted London and Barnes H3s, to announce a first run. The start was Holland Park tube, the pub was the Duke of Clarence, and the date was MONDAY the third of March 1986, Monday being the "traditional" hash day. There was a pack of about 30, mostly from LH3 seeing what was going on. Those there then and still around include: The Boy From Brazil, Pope, Rambo, Garbage, Knickers and Please Sir.
The run could not be called a great success as Bob was using Tokyo H3 markings. This meant that the ends of false trails were not marked and ensured that many got lost. However, the pub session was pretty lively. The Clarence remained a firm favourite through several years and managers, until the latest one who seems unable to keep beer.
There was a sort of discussion session (or shouting match) on the future of WLH3. The main topic was the day of the week. Except for some London die-hards who just wished it would bomb, it was pointed out that LH3 would soon change to their summer day of Monday, and that this would force a choice between the two hashes. This could mean a big reduction in numbers for WLH3, and also would mean that those who wished to, could not hash with both. With hindsight, given many hash with both WLH3 and LH3, the decision to move to Thursday was a good one. As I remember, part of the logic for Thursday was along the lines of "anyone could make it through a Friday hangover".
However, the change over was not immediate, possibly because several dates had already been publicised. The second run, from Latimer Road and the third from Warwick Avenue were also on Mondays. The latter clashed with a LH3 St Patrick's day special; WLH3 had a pack of six, only five of whom made it to the pub. From then on the numbers increased, if a little erratically. The forth, set by Pope, and the first one not set by Bob, was on a Thursday from Pimlico. By run number 17, the pack was usually around 30, and the first "AGM" was held to elect a committee.
This was prompted by Bob being about to leave for New York; in fact his last run was number 19. The first GMs were Phil Mertell (Mertyl) and Virginia West (Private Parts), with an American Navy officer, GJ Jim (Sex and Drugs and Rock and Roll) as the first RA. Mertyl soon had to depart to Oz to look after his shares in a stock market crisis. On his return he had to found City H3 in '89 to get on another Hash committee. Virginia is now in Oz, and GI Jim is believed to be in San Diego. Bob is back in Tokyo. Since then things have ambled along, and in many ways not much has changed, except of course some of the people. The runs always seem to have been of variable quality, with the pack and the hare often not quite agreeing on this. The On-Ons seem as good as ever, with many a hungover Friday to be had after a good Thursday session.
Going through early magazines, a few things stand out. Away days were regular and enthusiastic. Dispatches mention some familiar names: Prince, Boy From Brazil, Bubbles, Rambo, Pope, Garbage and Little Jon. Others less well known now include GI Jim; Pete the Gent, Yorkie, Model T, Tigger, Duck Walk, Dame Edna, Maid Marion, Filofax (aka Garfield) and Everest. Beer stops were known, as were disappearances from the run by some (Prince!) for a crawl instead. By the 50th do, "St Valentines Day", the question was should WLH3 be known as "The Intimate Hash". It is a moot point if this was because the On-Ons were so friendly, or connected to the memorable "Bare As You Dare" beach party held by GI Jim. Also about this time, the first of several "Bonkas" appeared, all of which seem to have been lost. Discovered towards the end of a Rose street pub -crawl in Edinburgh, "Bonka" was a rather nasty, tartan covered, stuffed Nessie souvenir. It was awarded for acts beyond the normal in the areas of drinking, making an arse of oneself, general misbehaviour, and - of c ourse - bonking. Maybe it's about time for a revival.
Other memorable things?
Some great away trips and friends made around the UK, Paris, The Hague, Gran Bru, Rome, "Scotland", "The Far East" and so-on. The disaster of visiting Brussels H3, who are running club without a disguise. (Would you want an 18 km race as a hangover run?) Some pretty good WLH 3 events: the 121 Pig Out, Teddy
Bears Picnic and 333 spring to mind, with Nightmare having eleven down-downs at the 333. The 50th run photo-montage queue. Three pantomimes, all of which looked disastrous until it was "all right on the night". The problems of getting run write ups out of people to put into magazines. The WLH3 / LH3 magazine wars, when both Menstrual and IBM published regular 60+ page epic volumes. Some good pubs, especially the Knights of St. John in, St. Johns Wood, which was for many years the AGM venue. The X- Mass present runs just before Christmas (surprise!) - And of course the gossip.
A few things have changed. Notably the access for the average hasher to a decent word processor and now we seem to be heading into the e-mail age for many. And in the early years the words "wedding", "wife" and "sprog" were not heard. Maybe we're getting old?
Anyway, On-On to the tenth birthday party and eventually the 1000th!
On-On,
Rambo
1990-1991
Teddy Bears Picnic Weekend
18-19 August 1990
Osterley
Pope and Rambo will profess to having better memories than what they actually have, but Rambo was a frequent RA in the late ‘80s & early ‘90s and Pope was on the committee back in the days when he had hair. Having over a twelve hundred runs a piece should be evidence in itself of their reduced brain cell count.
Noting that, the link below to the numbers of members runs still has a reasonable number of hold-outs from the late ‘80s. I’m sure if you kept on the old timers that had done more than 150 or 200 runs the list might not be too much longer, but it would carry forward more historical knowledge. (There’s a few on there with zero runs in the current year, so it’s obviously not a current runners only list.)