Hare: Gadget, Scribe: Slippery, RA: Animal Magic
Sorry this is a bit late. I did tell Silent I’d be rather busy throughout the weekend, just had a small run the following Sunday to prepare for. It was a little inconvenient of him to expect me to scribe for Wednesday’s trail etc, etc…
Silent listened understandingly as older brothers do, then with that face of a constipated gutter rat he nominated me regardless, the evil slime-rodent. Anyway, these are my words for Gadget’s trail.
Arriving half an hour early at The Red Lion I found the hare, Gadget who’d been scoffing chips while distracted by something of interest to him on his phone. FBJ, appeared similarly distracted over another clue in one of those Guardian Crosswords he likes. Same Crossword? Time I guess to check out my new shoes walking over to the bar for a bit of Hookey. Oh-no! Did I mention I was wearing new shoes? No reaction at all? Perhaps Oxford H3 hasn’t incorporated this hash tradition? I appear to have got away with this in Devon too. Luckily, FBJ, Shagger and the newly arrived Silent were now altogether distracted by that something on Gadget’s phone. What was this that manifested much merriment on each one of their faces? Internet porn? (Just dare try adding a link for that one, Silent) [sure, here's a photo of a couple of birds getting frisky together, Silent] Well, no actually, something far more useful. Gadget recorded his Red Lion GPS trail and shared this online prior to the hash. Indeed, very generous of Gadget and did I really say it was something more useful?
We dragged ourselves from the warmth of The Red Lion and away from the Hookey and Abbot beers out into a cold car-park. Animal Magic was reluctant to join us outside. We had a virtual on-line trail, so could we not have remained inside the pub? [Like]. It made sense at the time. Gadget had put so much effort into laying the night’s trail after all.
We picked up the one and on trail into Boults Lane and out of the estate into some sports fields. Discovering a check and anticipating a town trail, I hunted about in the estate, found a blob carefully laid over a drain-hole cover and I called on. The hash pack funnelled through the gateway behind me…. Wait a minute. That’s not what happened. Everyone ignored me and carried on through the length of the field. Was this not a one and on trail? …Gadget?
A few cunning weaves around a residential area between Eden Drive and Headley Way and along beside the hospital. Here, everybody had disappeared from me somewhere nearby to the shops. Ten minutes separated from the hash and I was pacing about around the back of a car park desperately seeking a sign. Not even one pile of flour. Three laps back and forth along London road, both inside the park and along the footpath by the road, through the park again, around another estate and back onto the London Road, asking passers-by for directions back to Marston. At least I wasn’t wearing that red dress again. Damn it, why didn’t I bring my mobile phone? Local knowledge, eh? Everybody else was having slightly better luck finding the trail. I believe Animal Magic had the foresight to carry his phone with him and having arrived at the long/ short split, he led everybody successfully around the long to the south of Headley Way. Meanwhile, to my relief I found a check at The White Horse. Shagger wasn’t inside. Were you all so far ahead? For me the trail here was a long run back along the Headley Way to the Marston Library, where I was pleased to discover you all returned safely just a mere few minutes ahead of me.
Silent was lurking about at the corner. He’d brought me a dish of that delicious grub. We sampled some of chef-Shitstix’s sensational slices of sausage in a spicy sauce.
Circle was summoned and Animal-Magic introduced the varied DDs earned that night, water to Gadget for laying an outstanding one and on trail, a beer to Animal Magic for co-haring with the aid of his smart-phone after the longs too became lost. Slippery had a DD for running an extra length of trail (Grizzly Training).
Dipstick had one for ignoring his Dr’s advice. He gave blood then cycled from Wallingford to Abingdon, then Abingdon to Oxford for the night’s hash. Subsequently, he feinted hence his lateness.
Also our virgins, Paul and Jess, got DDs.
We all hope you’re feeling better now Dipstick. Put your feet up and lay off the beer for a while…!
Thanks for arranging a great evening Gadget.
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