The hares and Master Blaster took turns confusing then stating the obvious as regards to directions and wotnot before the mighty wheezings off the hash horns started the stampede.

Unlike any of DIY’s downtown runs a b-line was not made for the only hill in Toulouse and we headed south strolling along the canal and blowing horns under bridges, before heading back through some of Toulouse’s more relaxed quartiers.

No-one got lost for a change, no thanks to one hasher’s attempts to confuse those following by doctoring trailmarkings, we determined to find the Snitch so she could track down the varmint.

No surprise as to the location of the On-In as it was posted on the internet, Mountain Goat I believe was DD’ed for being responsible for some reason.

But before that she and Carla were called forward to be judged on their run, impressive marks were scored, especially due to it being Carla’s first haring.

Returners Michelle, Laurine and a reluctant Got.Male grumbling about regular attendance (which fell on deaf ears) were duly punished.

Another Funch ‘Sticky Horn’ got away with reading a book on trail (as I forgot at the time to grass him up)

Next up, Virgins, Robin and Genevieve had their first hash DD.

Wandering Tulips was accused of the novel crime of recruiting on route and then bringing unpaid-up people to the circle, you can guess the judgement.

No runners short (or long) cutted for a change, but the culprit of amending trail markings turned out to be Taupeless the Snitch herself, no less. Shocking, assume the position!

She subsequently did her usual round of troubleshooting pulling in anyone who wouldn’t look her in the eye, Quickshove and Coffee-Bean I think it was for quickly invented crimes.

Presies of new hash t-shirts had already been given out with mug shots of our outgoing mismanagement on them, but a special presentation to our founding mothers and fathers of a silver tankard went to Crafty Linguist, Mountain Goat and Husker. Mountain Goat was so touched she forgot to throw the dregs of her drink over Quicksand.

Thank you and we’ll never forget you…..’cos we’ve got to look at your ugly mugs on the back of our fellow hashers t-shirts for the rest of eternity…. Now really, somebody should have thought about that.

Because of pub music no silent verses of the hash hymn were sung, the first verse only then repeated at double time.

On On tout le monde

Scrubber