R*n 65 started from the On Inn - County Hotel, Carnforth.
Hash Handle | Hare | Hound | Total |
---|---|---|---|
Fugitive Nipple - Hare | 1 | 10 | 11 |
Antiseptic | 5 | 13 | 18 |
Atomic Caton | 3 | 19 | 22 |
Cum Yak Yak | 1 | 17 | 18 |
Cyberseptic | 5 | 15 | 20 |
Forever Blowing | 10 | 46 | 56 |
Malfunction | 0 | 5 | 5 |
Muff Diver | 2 | 5 | 7 |
No More Cum | 7 | 35 | 42 |
Porky | 0 | 2 | 2 |
Slackbladder | 9 | 36 | 45 |
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This was our 1st visit to this On Inn.
What's the point having a Dad who is GM when he's daft enough to appoint me as scribe, knowing full well that he's going to have to do most of the work.
Anyway, there was a good mid-week turnout at the County Hotel, Carnforth, waiting eagerly with torches in hand. Another unusually warm, bright spring day meant that we could expect a chilly evening with eerie mists and spooky things drifting about - just to carry on Nipple's Silverdale theme. In fact it was Nipple doing the haring alone, as Edward had dropped out due to other commitments. I stood there looking at his knees, while his voice came down from the sky explaining about flour and things. I never take any notice anyway at this point, because someone always takes my hand and the responsibility away from my Dad.
The r*n was just like Sunday r*ns, except it was dark. I r*n with the sensible ones as usual - Forever Blowing, Atomic Caton and Katie, a new knitter. Atomic Caton hasn't been for a while and turned up for a night r*n - my Dad says that she maybe hangs upside-down on Sundays. My Dad r*n with the Rambos as usual - Slackbladder, Muff Diver, Malfunction, Porky and the Septics. I don't understand this rambo thing - they r*n further than they have to and still only get a beer at the end. My Dad says it's a bloke thing! The r*n had splits, ups and downs, slippery bits, bridges which echo when you shout on-on underneath and a friendly giant hare, who shouted me back on trail when I went wrong. The beer stop was next to a wooden bridge in the middle of a field and Dad looked confused, because there wasn't any beer.
The circle was OK, but I had to drink coke, because there was no fruit shoot. Down-downs were awarded to the following:
I fell asleep on the way home in the car - bored of listening to my Dad and Muff-diver rambling on about the olden days. My Dad said I'd been a good girl, because I hadn't let on about my new shoes. He bought me grey ones when I wanted pink and made sure I ran in them for the first time at night, just so nobody would notice. I didn't want beer in them anyway.
Write up by Cum Yak Yak
24th March 2003 at 1:53pm