Driving towards the On-On we got the distinct feeling that we were not wanted. Not ourselves personally (as is so often the case) but that the TH3 were not desired by Toulouse. How else could you explain random and unplanned closure of the N124 – the main thoroughfare to the run. However, unusually alert hares and a turbo-charged webhacker conspired at the last minute to try and alert as many people as possible. The alternative directions, however, relied on the rather sketchy map on the flyer and this, coupled with the lack of street names in Pibrac, (surely the inspiration for the U2 song) caused a belated start to the run. Hares Taupeless and Husker gave the pre-run brief, and gave us a choice of three routes labelled, logically enough the Short (S), Medium (M) and Long (L) routes. Aghast at having such a concise and coherent briefing, they then tried to muddy the waters by saying that the short route was very long, the long route was quite short and that the medium route just was?! With confusion restored, the On-On was whistled and the pack scarpered before further instruction could ensue. Markings were clear and regular, and the route was enjoyable – taking in roads, a motorbike rally, orchards, off-roading and (a Pibrac speciality) huge hills. I was on the medium run, which was quite long enough, as I hadn’t run since the AGM run. The only criticism was that the On-In was given about 1km from the actual site, leading to false hope being given to the thirsty pack. Other than that, an excellent run. Once the pack had returned (Quicksand again rounding up some lost sheep) Crafty Linguist called The Circle. First up for Down Downs were the Hares Husker and Taupeless. Votes for the runs averaged between 80 – 95%, points being lost for vague markings on the return (I found them!), one of the longest lead-ups to the On-In and the hills being too steep. Once the DD’s were given, various pleas were made by the Circle to re-DD the dynamic duo, as Taupeless still managed to get most of her DD beer outside her, but a hung jury granted them a reprieve. Next up for DD’s were the matri- and patriarch of the Funch Bunch, who were here visiting their clan. After initial confusion and false starts, the DD’s finally went down (or, in one case, over). DD’s for the returnees were next on the list, and two candidates were guilty, Paul and Christina Masters, who had not been seen for many a run. Once these DD’s had been given they shuffled towards the edge of the Circle, only to be called back as they neared the brink of safety. One thing they had forgotten about during their long absence was that they were due to be named – we had not forgotten! Once back in the centre of the Circle, they were bombarded with a variety of names until two actually stuck – Rocket Pants for Paul, and Rocket Lips for Christina. During these DD’s, Rocket Lips suffered from the giggles, so much so that the ‘Why Are We Waiting’ song had to go into extra time. The final round of DD’s were for the miscreants. First up were all the dirty SCB’s who managed to miss the excellent markings on the On-In, and took a direct route instead. Culprits included Wandering Two-Lips, Rocket Lips, Scrubber, Marie, Up-All-Night and Mountain Goat. Final DD’s of the day went to Wandering Two-Lips for being a flash git with his ever-so-swanky embroidered Hash polo-shirt, Flemming for having the gall to wear a cravat to the Hash and Master Blaster for having new-ish trainers and for not wearing a Hash T-shirt – even though he had purchased one at the start of the run! Before calling the circle to a close, C.L. informed us that he had an empty calendar for haring up-coming runs, and that he would be taking names and dates after the Circle had closed. Failure to propose a date would mean one being awarded (no more Mister Nice Grand Master!) Once the pack had been threatened it was over to the stand-in Religious Adviser Do It Yourself (B.J. where are you?) to lead the Hash Hymn (verses one and three). A very enjoyable Hash. On-On Do It Yourself