We were all baffled by the trail on Wednesday. It was supposed to be live but it appears that was just a ruse perpetrated by Slow Ride (the hare) so he wouldn’t have to talk to any of the stragglers–quite antisocial. Worse still, he didn’t even know where the On Inn was, arrogantly assuming that it was at the location stated in his text to the Chef (Bollard) and the Beer Donkey (WhaDeSay?). Typical American, eh?…I won’t more than mention his complete lack of respect for rights of access or questionable hygiene.
We all should have read the signs of doom better. It all started out badly as Gee Gee, fresh from the cop shop, wandered into the pub and was immediately mistaken for a stripper. Perhaps this was fair enough since she went in wearing her uniform and without any cash and came back out in a skimpier outfit, some sparkling new shoes (according to the RA) and enjoying a frosty beverage.
Next came a plague of toads from the sky or, at least, Daglocks and Sperm Sailor flying in on ultralights. Finally, some Bicester hashers showed up which is always a bad omen–may I remind you that Gadget is one of them. As storm clouds gathered, we decided to soldier on in the face of certain destruction.
The true trail was sussed by members of the pack and has been published elsewhere (at this link, in fact). The pack, cleverly, fell for none of the false trails set, as shown in the supplementary map, below…the red lines were laid at 16:30 and the blue lines were the path of the hare starting at 19:00 (intended On Inn and the actual one are also indicated). In the interim, the hoax was ruined by rabbits who, following on from the evil signs of confusion, wanton behaviour, and plagues from the heavens, pooped on several of the prelaid blobs:
Sorry, no photos of Dippy doing something rude, this week.
