So, after the tumbleweed had rolled silently through the Greaves Park car park, following my request for a scribe, I 'volunteered' to do it myself...

It was to be dubbed 'the logo r*n', but could also have been 'the wet r*n', 'the train station r*n' (steady, Bitter!), 'the sick r*n', 'the slippy path r*n', and so on, but it was a 'fun r*n'! Anyway, where was hash flash when we actually reached said 'logo' (Ashton memorial)? Wimped out, that's where! Used his 'local knowledge' to bugger off back to his car out of the rain! But not before he'd had a chat with a fellow anorak at the train station to compare notes about some exciting (?) train event that happened yesterday!

Also, during our short stay at Bitter's favourite haunt, White Noise, completely oblivious to the 'keep left' sign, kept right! Our very own fat controller said afterwards, in the pub, that he could've got her a platform trolley to assist her! Meanwhile, Baldbrick's slipping on the aforementioned slippy paths, apparently doing something that appeared to be a pole dance outside the girl's grammar school, with his horn! (Brass instrument!). In her effort to continue bringing the hash into disrepute, back at the On Inn, White Noise felt the need to dry her chest at the hand dryer in the ladies, doing a liitle jig that would normally involve tassles, in order to keep the machine activated!

Antiseptic found a dirty hash t shirt in her bathroom at home, which some lazy bugger had left there for her to wash - Sir Tom Tom, how could you! All the above reprobates received a scolding for their sins in the welcome shelter of the pub, where we also enjoyed good food and company.

Thanks Bubbles and Forever Blowing. On On to 14th Oct...