Admiral Benbow, 44 High Street, Milton, OX14 4EJ. Hare: Salty Nuts
We were joined once more by Dr Slowride who’s updated his own blog here. It was a particulary cold night which is to be expect really after the Met Office have officially delcared Spring to have started earlier this week.
FBJ was led astray around the lake much to La Crease’s amusement whilst Victoria and Finger Flasher also decided to spend some quality time together checking out false trails.
Run 570, The Admiral Ben Bow, Milton
Run 569, The Anchor, The Anchor, Hayfield Road, Oxford
Run 569, The Anchor, 2 Hayfield Road, Walton Manor, OX2 6TT. Hares: Pink Pussy and Mummy’s Boy.
We were once again treated, at the start of the hash, to the peculiarities of the Turkish sense of Humour. Gadget in his role as Chef for the evening asked everyone if they needed to put anything in his car but when answer turned out to be yes, and here’s a armful of bags and clothes responded that there wasn’t any room anyway. Perhaps the dons of Oxford should work on turning Gadget’s car into a Tardis. If they get started this weekend they should be finished by last month (think about it.
The unofficial beer stop at The Gardener’s Arms called Victoria and Finger Flasher away which led to the pace of the hash dropping for the rest of the evening. Anal Condom wondered if was to be an A-to-B hash with a stretch punt along the river back: apparently he’s been practicing with his pole after nearly losing it last time.
Those expecting a short trail from Pink Pussy might have been surprised for after the first three quarters of an hour we were running north away from the pub still. That Other Bloke From Turkey was practically home before we turned around to head back the canal to the beer stop.
Mummy’s boy was named and we saw Hardcore off in customery hash style: she’s leaving us for Buxton, famous for water not beer, although I did once have a very nice pint called Hazel Witch whilst staying in Buxton. I remember it well because of the picture of the naked blond girl pictured on the pump.
This reminds me: Tom Tom,
The Hare, Reading Road, West Hendred, Run 567.
Pure Fantasy, ably assisted by virgin hare Anna laid this run and what a cracker it was as well. Almost all of it cross-country in the dark!
On a side note, a certain item of clothing was returned to its rightful owner. Having discovered a sports bra in my car a few weeks ago I’d concluded it belonged to one of four possible people: Hardcore, Pure Fantasy, Hotshots, or Far Canal. It didn’t belong to either Hotshots, or Far Canal as apparently they both use a double-D.
The George, Botley, to The Greyhound, St Clements, Oxford, Run 568
This being the Red Dress Run there was a good effort made by most of the hash who turned out in their favourite dresses; even the women as well. Animal Magic thought Silent looked a bit too comfortable in his attire, meanwhile does anybody know why Anal Condom has decided to start growing a tree on his head?
The residents of Oxford were a little surprised to say the least: comments heard along the way were “am I hallucinating or are you?” (no, you’ve been doing far too much studying in some dark corner of the Bodlian) and “welcome to crazy town” (no dear, that would be Bicester).
The pack hadn’t liked the prospect of a winter’s night bus trip for tonight’s run so Dipstick arranged an alternative set of wheels to get everybody back to the pub after the run: a stretch limo. Unfortunately we were entitled to only one bottle of champagne for the three trips back to the start, which of course got finished halfway through the second batch so the tail-enders had to make do with nothing. Still they’d had more drinking time at the Angel and Greyhound instead.
Photographs of the run can be found here.
The Prince of Wales, Station Road, Didcot, Run 566
The mood was a little more sombre than normal since Shit Shovellor had passed away the previous Friday. In the words of Bollard Naked:
“As you may already know, Sh*tShoveller (David Busby) died suddenly of a heart attack on Friday. He has hashed all over the world and completed well over 1,000 hashes many of them with OH3 where he was Hare Razor.We are sure your thoughts will be with Penny at this time as will the thoughts of the many Hashers he has known from all over the world.
He was a real gentleman, a very efficient “hare razor” and a steadying influence on all around him. He will be sadly missed.”
A minutes silence was held at the start of the run, and a toast made in the circle afterwards.
The Highwayman, Banbury Road, Kidlington, Run 565, 27/1/10
The Other Bloke From Turkey’s virgin trail with Pony Express.
Oxford H3 greeted Gee Gee String from Milton Keynes H3 who’s recently moved to the Oxford area, however Hardcore is leaving us for Buxton soon, whilst Two Trains was enjoying one more run with us before returning to Sweden. I suggested advance orders for Hardcore’s Lemon Drizzle Cake be taken but she’s going to be busy packing which is a shame.
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The Crooked Pot, Abingdon Road Oxford, Run 564, 20/1/10
With the weather being warmer than the last couple of weeks, probably by a whole degree or two, the pack regained normal strength and after a discussion about Gadget’s sex life and his three and a half inch floppy, hares Far Canal and Hot Shots sent us out on the night’s excitement ahead.
Silent quickly found one of the new pot holes that’d opened up and limped towards the check where Two Trains was busy reacquainting herself with all present, in the traditional Swedish way of throwing an icy snow ball at them. “You’re limping Silent!, have you hurt yourself? Yes? Have a Snowball in the face!”. This girl takes no prisoners.
After a fashion hare Far Canal’s cunning plan was quickly decoded – he’d “borrowed” Finger Flasher’s one-month old trail and run it backwards!
The Bell, High Street, Adderbury, Run 558, 9/12/09
Run 558, 9/12/09.
The Bell, High Street, Adderbury, OX17 3LS.
OS NGR SP 471354.
OS Map. Run Replay.
Last week’s run was a little more north than usual for an Oxford H3 trail but the drive was worth it. Salty Nuts hared a trail with plenty of cunning loops right from the start which sent many down false trails. “Be careful of the busy road” cried Salty Nuts; “What’s that, the M40?” replied the pack.
The first loop allowed late-comer Shit Shovellor to take his time and tie his laces as the pack caught up with him at the church.
Home Alone tried to make her own trail through suburban gardens.
There were some crafty loops heading out of Adderbury before we had a long dash uphill back into town where the short-cutters left us before the trail was found through the nature reserve and some muddy fields before the on-inn.
A nice trail with plenty of cross-country: thanks. Salty Nuts. At the beer stop pasta was served up by Road Enema whilst Whadesay convened the circle. Shit Shovellor got a down-down for his late arrival,Salty Nuts for haring, and Gadget got one for some reason that Whadesay had forgotten about but reckoned it was a good enough reason when he’d first thought of it.
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