Oxford Hash House Harriers

June 10, 2010

#586 Little Milton (Lamb Inn)

For want of a hare the trail was lost:

Okay, that’s sorted. We had 2 hares (Hot Shot and Pony Express) due in large part to the Herculean efforts of our esteemed hare raiser, spotted here doing, uh…erm…hmmm, well, something that he does from time-to-time:

For want of a trail the On-Inn was lost:

The overpopulation of hares resulted in a vigorous and stimulating trot through farmland, some gardens of stately homes, and across raging torrents.  And, as if the streams caused by my urinary tract infection weren’t enough, we crossed rivers a couple of times, too:

Dippy, FBJ, GeeGee, Whadesay, Tinkerbell, and Salty braving the river crossing

For want of an On-Inn, the Circle was lost:

Wrist Action provided the treats as she scooped up our spiced and lubricated noodles with gusto and didn’t even bother to clean off the accumulated cheese.  The On-Inn took place in a sheltered area of Little Milton and was a right socialable event, although no one felt comfortable discussing the ugliness spotted at the parish church a few meters away:

Cremation or barbeque? I hear it tastes a bit like pork.

For want of a Circle, the Hash was lost:

It has been a busy couple of weeks for the Oxford hashers and apparently they lost track of the inventory, using up all the Circle at the Canoe trip, on the Otmoor r”n, and in Milton Keynes.  Fresh stocks have been back-ordered by the suppliers, but as soon as we have a tracking number for delivery we shall update you on the progress.

April 28, 2010

Oxford Hash #577, Nettlebed (nearly to the f-ing Canary Islands)

This note is added after rejoining the hash for trail #578 which seemed a bit thin on participants. The only possible explanation is that trail #577 was so remote from civilisation that the pack had to resort to cannabalism to survive. FBJ, who was at both, seemed to have lost no weight (unless you count that of La Crease who was mysteriously absent at the latter trail).

Hopefully a more complete narrative, written by one of the actual culprits, will follow and will dispel this theory. Until then if you see a hasher coming toward you with a pot of fava beans it might be a good time to look for trail elsewhere.

April 15, 2010

OH3 #576 East Hagbourne

Filed under: Oxford Hash House Harriers — Tags: , , , , — Dr Slow Ride @ 12:53 pm

It was a relief to find that the little village of Hagbourne had nothing to do with the likes of Liza Minelli, in spite of the name.    And, even though Finger Flasher was spotted “bringing up the rear” just before the regroup, it is generally thought that Ms. Minelli’s next husband was not in attendance last night.  Unfortunately, this East Hagbournian was also absent, but we should expect to see [ahem] more of her sooon.

The pub (Fleur de Lys) seemed quite nice for a French place, but the nanny state made its presence felt in spite of the landlord’s grand welcome.  This was spotted in the Gents and makes one wonder what instructions are left for the Ladies:

Like you can stop a hasher from pulling his knob...

The trail, a Hotshot exclusive, exhibited some of the prettier bits of of farmland between East Hagbourne and Blewbury and gave the pack ample opportunity to run through mud and water.  Some of the group found themselves far off trail and inadvertently (and without forethought) short cutting away from this bit of shiggy and on to the finish where the food and beverage was being served without the benefit of tables (which were still locked up far away in the Bollard-mobile).  Still, we made due with what was available and got some tantalising offers along the way.  For instance, La Crease was quick to state that “my boot is quite dirty but you fellows are welcome to it,” which makes short cutting that much more attractive since her man was still lost on trail.

There were even beverage alternatives for non-beer drinkers:

Although someone hasn’t quite figured out the mechanics of boxed wine:


But soon the pack filtered in and feasting and merrymaking were only interrupted briefly by the bureaucratic necessity of Circle.  A hearty argument ensued about the precise definition of “odd socks.” Rather than force Gate Crasher to enjoy a beverage as enticement in future to use overall colour scheme as his guide, a youngster was pushed forward in his stead.

This ugliness completed, the vultures returned to the remaining victuals.  Mum and Dad was heard to complain about being offered a floppy sausage.  And, Gadget was heard to complain…so at least some things were normal.

Digital cameras require deft timing to get a shot of harriets handling or swallowing sausages, but the efforts shall continue and God willing....

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