VENUE: Boarded Hall, St George
DATE: 18 February, 2006
HARES: Chris Trotter & Taxi Ted
SCRIBE: Welsh Rarebit
I just love Saturday afternoons, checkin' out the weather, whether to patch up my shirt or not, whether to change my socks or what the weather was like a Cardiff Arms Park! ...you see rain makes me hesitant but clouds raise my hopes :) (I hope it won't be sunny!).
On learning that the Hash was at Hothersol Turning(... I think...!), I realised that it would only take me five minutes, at an African- snail's- pace, to get there.
So, true to form, at precisely 15:28 I get into my fully loaded, Japanese made, Vitz super sporting roadster... cleaned last in November. It was short but sweeeet!!
15:29 - I managed to squeeze my small, but I'll have you know, not spaciously -challenged, vehicle 'up' into a prEcarious parking position. This feat didn't go unnoticed as it Drew much attention!!!
15:30 - The Pack was sent into the west, there was a coolish breeze and a spring in my steps until... I came upon a dog, crouching as dogs do, ready to have a You-Know-What-A-doo-doo. Imagine the picture... this all happened simultaneously ( oh what the hell you know what i mean) - I take a side step to the left and the dog is, reluctantly dragged through the air into the razor sharp canes. Well you can imagine you would be reluctant too!!
The track went On and On (I was thinking of going into Trimart to get the rest of my groceries but all i had on me, in the way of tender, were a few faded Hash tickets stuck to my left boob!! Lucky for me the trail went off to the right where i encountered many puddles, (no side stepping this time!) muck and grime and generally muddy areas. I was determined NOT to avoid these. This was my day! All the squelchiness of the mud on my NEW shoes was great!
There was cane, cane factories, cane carts and more cane. They all directed me across the road, with no Hashers in sight, into more cane. In the midst of all the caneish confusion, I find a group of youthfully challenged folk just out from their tea time session delighted to see a visitor! I then engaged in polite but modestly challenged conversation. It didn't take long before I found myself on the home run.
I noticed there were checking points, actually many checking points ( the aim of which was to keep the pack together!) So either the FRB's were performing over- par or they were under challenged! Kudos to the R.A., resplendent in his attire, a deliberately quick deliberating jury (due to the weather). Verbose for days! It didn't rain cats and dogs, but we did get the dogs and a little rain which sorted out the mice from the men.
Down Downs were given out with a flurry of participation from the Hounds; but what about the Shit Shirt?! There has to be a Shit! The R.A. wasn't aware of this?... but he was doing so well.~.. In two-two's the Shit was awarded to him by quick athinking R.A. who had been in this position before; and had donned the R.A.'s attire in a flash.
Dah Fuh Lick Yah!
A short Hash, a short Trash ... new shoes worth the cash!!!!
