| I ask forgiveness in advance for omissions and porky-pies as we ran a week ago and I know I won’t remember everything. The Funch Bunch deserve credit for getting into the haring spirit and dumping flour over the countryside so regularly, at great personal risk judging by the plasters on the youngest Funch’s cheek, which were acquired on active hashing service. Our R.A. sorted out the weather for us again and without a blast from the hash horn we were off. And rather pleasant it was too, through Ramonville Park, along the canal then trampling farmers’ fields. Coffee Bean being trailblazer, with Dominatrix and Stéphanie at the other end of the spectrum exercising their jaw muscles to such an extent, it took all the power away from their legs. Wasn’t so pleasant for Dr Who who had to borrow some of Nadia Funchs plasters as he was viciously savaged by a couple of whippets on the long course, for no reason he pleaded. Shouting On On in their masters’ face and nicking chipolatas from their picnic table apparently doesn’t count. At the circle the absence of our G.M. who couldn’t make the new start time despite proposing it was frowned upon before Dr Who limped into the breach. Good marks were scored for the course so the Funch Bunch were duly DDed, they then might or might not have been awarded caps (did that happen?) New virgins possibly called Linda and Dave along with Lyes wearing blindingly white attire were greeted and DDed. The only sinners I can remember were Coffee Bean who didn’t even bother to pretend to do the exercise trail at the start of the walkers trail and maybe Dr Who for dog baiting, reckon there were more though. The Hashs second anniversary was celebrated by giving Lapdancer and the ever deserving Coffee Bean a DD as they were present at the very first Hash. All the rest have either buggered off or have been chased off by our scary new arrivals. Our motley crew then got their creative juices flowing as we attempted to find a worthy name for Sue who had ‘eventually’ clocked up 5 runs over a rather a long period, she knelt, got sprinkled with beer and walked away a Shirt Lifter. The usual gurglings occurred with the Hash Hymn, and so we left Ramonville.
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