Fôret de Bouconne – rain, low temperatures and grey skies had been forecast for this run, and were provided in abundance. The run briefing was slightly delayed while B.J. (Hash Horn and R.A.), administered emergency first aid to his failing motor, but was eventually called by Crafty Linguist, our G.M. As our Hash Horn was hornless (forgotten at the last Hash!) Quicksand stood in – managing to summon all with a sound reminiscent of a flatulating moose. As rain was threatening, speeches were kept short – a brief hello from the G.M. followed by a trail description from Lapdancer, head-hare. The short run was quoted as 6km long, and the long one as 10km long. On-on was then called and the pack was off. After a brief confusion finding the start of the trail things settled down and we were treated to an excellent run. Markings, although in danger of being washed away, were plentiful, as were the treacherous check points. The long run went ‘off-road’ and we were taken on every available rat-run in the forest, past lots of beautiful scenery and over or under many trees! The long and short routes were well judged and all arrived back at the On-On within a 30-minute window. Once all were assembled, the circle was called, and the heavens opened. G.M. and R.A. manfully forsook any form of shelter as the rest of the pack cowered under umbrellas, song sheets and occasionally each other. First DD’s went, as always, to the hares. Voting on the run resulted in a 90% thumbs up, but that was probably tainted by the weather which, at this stage, was turning to hail. With hail stones rebounding from his cranium, Crafty Linguist then called forward all virgins for their initiation DD’s. It must be noted that B.J.’s confession of ‘virginity’, although plausible, was merely a badly disguised request to aid his rehydration! With the hail evolving into a torrential downpour, it was time for the christenings. First up was Ray Riley who, on account of his connections with ‘The Company’ was labelled ‘Goldmember’. Next up was yours truly and Nuala. By this time the pack was warming to its task, and as we got thoroughly saturated, name after name was suggested. After voting, and interjections from Nuala’s parents, I was christened ‘Do-It- Yourself’ (due to my addiction to D.I.Y. and not marital problems!) and Nuala was saddled with ‘Bearded Clam’ due to her surname being BEARDsall! Once DD’s were imbibed, next up were the visitors. Up stepped Stiffy and Craft, Bearded Clam’s parents. Stiffy, an R.A. at the Beirut Hash, was called upon to provide the 9th Commandment, and settled upon ‘Thou Shalt Consume Thy Libations With Thy Left Hand.’ Following another ‘thirst stop’ from the R.A. as he demonstrated the 8th Commandment, (‘Thou Shalt Swing Low Whilst DD’ing’), they were duly DD’d. Next up, due to excess beer, were the volunteers. Manfully Alan and Stephane stepped up to accept this burden. Once the DD’s were DD’d, the Circle was wrapped up with verses 1 and 3 of Swing Low. By this time full saturation had been reached both inside and out by all Hashers! Good Hash! On On Do It Yourself