Saturday, 19 January 2008
Archive pic older than the sands of time
Pic courtesy of Winfield. Published in the Herald Express, Awards Night 1988.
On the left is Winfield...'Athlete of the Year' (?) 'Hare' was Long Tom (another Torbay athlete), Peaches, 'Mr Disgusting' went to Crossie, Little Lorrie, 'Hasher of the year' went to the immortal Pottsie, and there he is Cinderfella....the PILLOCK of the Year, the infamous Berk (described by Winfield as the'Original and natural Pillock') and far right Saint...had to be one to be Crossie's wife! Thanks Winfield... a classic pic The Awards Night also marked the 200th run of TVH3, hence the special t-shirts.
2007 PIC OF THE YEAR
No, we hadn't forgotten and here is the list of the top 10 contenders. To view them, you'll have to go back to the thirty pics previously posted.
In numerical order they are:
Pic no. 1 The 'fluke freeze frame of the bar/hashers through Doc's beer glass
Pic no. 7 Teacher Teapot and naughty schoolgirl Hi Di Hi
Pic no. 9 Rambo holding mask at AGPU with Wigwam looking on
Pic no. 10 Flossie and Blaster (crooked baseball cap)
Pic no. 19 Pottsie (WITH trumpet) blowing at Winfield's 500 badge
Pic no. 23 Coffin: "You talkin' to me?"
Pic no. 27 Blaster 'nun' classic at Xmas Party
Pic no. 28 'Siren screech' Miss Whiplash and Flossie at Xmas Party
Pic no. 29 Famous 'hand on knee' shot, Snotrag and Rearender Xmas Party
Pic no. 30 Archangel classic fancy dress at Xmas Party
There is a panel of judges selected for the TOP THREE pics, but if you want to vote for your favourite, either post a comment or e mail to: preconcruiser@aol.com and your vote will have exactly the same weight as our panel. RESULT WILL BE POSTED ON TUESDAY 22nd January.
Archangel (left) keeping a low profile...
...some say it was too long....I say it was a good workout. Others say there was too much road....I say we'd still be out there now if it had been all off road.... the boys done good, as my dear 'ol dad used to say.
The finger of suspicion (far right)
...being pointed directly at Deep Semen......about to be made 'Star of the night' ....
MONDAY JAN 21st DETAILS
Run from : The Belvedere Car Park Haldon
On Down: The Ley Arms at Kenn
Hares: Coffin and Lurch
Directions to both run and on down will be posted over the weekend
Friday, 18 January 2008
Thursday, 17 January 2008
If it's Thursday, it must be....
...Dumpling time! That's why the pics have gone up 'early' today. We'll be on air much later this evening, probably about 11.30 ish .......
If only we had had the pic for....
...why Deep Semen got the downdown! Not content with turning up in shorts /singlet (he's a hard man, so he is) ....Deep Semen compounded the offence by stripping off (completely!) and using a telephone kiosk as a shower cubicle ! ! As he opened the door, clouds of steam poured out! A classic !
Is that a coffee, Going Down?
...well, if it is, I've got some bad news for you.....you're up later for a DD badge!
Wednesday, 16 January 2008
Double left click mouse....
for GIANT pic.......sorry about 'red eyes' in some pics....I can remove them but it takes time.....and we've so much to do, so litt.....
PICS TOMORROW
will include Bobbiball's DD and Piddler's and Going Down's joint badge DD.....and even more pics from Jan 14th........................why are we so good to you!
Are you there Dad?
.....saw you peering at this one on Monday in poor light, so here it is for you again.
Winfield and Gobbler with Barnie (background) trying to get in on the pic.
Eager Beaver's back with Jackie...
...I think, but didn't we name you 'Beaver' something too? It's all a blur..... but nice to see you girls....to see you ni...
NEXT MONDAY JAN 21st
Is at The Belvedere Car Park, Haldon (directions will be posted) at 7.15 pm
Hares: Coffin and Lurch
The ON DOWN is PROBABLY the Ley Arms at Kenn (directions will be posted!) still awaiting confirmation on this but we'll know for sure by the weekend.....will update immediately and as you know by now, this 'ere blog is updated EVERY DAY!
ALL COMMENTS HAVE NOW BEEN ADDED
After a glitch in the software (just as I got the header plus title back, the comments froze)
Apologies to Melvin and Cinderfella
LOOK, YOU REALLY ARE BEING GREEDY
...as usual....I'm having a little break now (playing Toca Race Driver on my xbox) and I'll be back in about half an hour....get it? GOT IT!
Good!
"Come on! I can do this!"
...thinks Mr Softie....only problem is....he's had 5 pints waiting in the pub for two hours!
The moment that Mr Softie is rumbled..
...by the hash. Awarded a downdown for being the only 'sensible' hasher of the evening......stayed in the pub from 'On on' time.....
Pottsie steps forward to...
...take his position (sans trumpet) while his minder (standing left) watches intently in case of assassination attempts.... (double left click to get giant pic and that Flossie stare...)
I can't believe it, Melon Picker's....
...being serious for a change! Pictured (left) discussing something very important with young Bobby..... actually, and I hate to admit it, but he did make quite a bit of sense on Monday....one of us (or both) obviously hadn't had enough to drink...
A hare's tale....
...the actual moment Poacher (foreground) arrives back at The Church House Inn....completely spent. I forgot to ask Rambo (right) what he thought of it....Seb (left) has evidently survived his baptism of mud....
Complete descriptions will be added...
...to all headers when they are re posted..... trust me, I'm an....
Fallen Woman's looking demure but....
...behind her Wigwam's decided that Migman is holding HIS beer! Numbnuts (far left) adjudicates...
error message: image does not compute..
Ye-es, well, as you can (or can't) see, we tried the flash by itself and this was the result...
fortunately, Fallen Woman was wearing reflective strips on her jacket or it would have been a totally black pic!
Tuesday, 15 January 2008
ESPECIALLY FOR MISS WHIPLASH
THE THEME TUNE TO WHIPLASH*
* With Peter Graves (Mission Impossible - Jim Phelps and Captain Oveur - Airplane 1980)
theme sung by Frank (I Remember You) Ifield
Whiplash, Whiplash, Whiplash, Whiplash
In 1851, the Great Australian gold rush
The only law a gun, the only shelter wildbush
Whiplash, whiplash
The Mulga Woods and deserts, the stage thunders by
From Sydney to Camden and on to Gundagai
Whiplash, whiplash.....
In 1851, the Great Australian gold rush
The only law a gun, the only shelter wildbush
Whiplash, whiplash
The Mulga Woods and deserts, the stage thunders by
From Sydney to Camden and on to Gundagai
Whiplash, whiplash.....
* With Peter Graves (Mission Impossible - Jim Phelps and Captain Oveur - Airplane 1980)
theme sung by Frank (I Remember You) Ifield
Abridged report Jan 14
Half a mile from Torbryan and it started to rain quite heavily. As I turned right for the final approach to the church and Inn, I noticed a rapidly fading flour mark on the roadside. It was 6.55 pm and already there were few parking places to be found in The Church House Inn's (smaller even than the Wild Goose!) tiny car park.
The rain began to drum on my car roof and I had to work the windscreen wipers every ten seconds or so to see who was arriving. As a 'do my fair share' hare, my thoughts were with Archangel and Poacher...our hares for the night. Just at that moment Poacher ran up and said to Archangel: "Have you laid the first long?" Archangel's look told Poacher all, and Poach immediately turned and ran off down the road....
Considering the weather, the circle was well attended, added to by three guests (all non paying, if you're listening out there!) and of course many more who would only 'miraculously' appear at the bar.
Pleasantries duly dispensed, the pack got under way and it was a 'game of two halves' as at the first junction the Long/Short split occurred.
Now with no McWot to bend my ear, so to speak, I thought I would play the white man (for a change) and potter along for half a mile or so....BUT.....somehow I got nattering to Birdseye (yes, you will be my manager when I hit 'em hard, very soon now..) and Bobbiball. Before I knew it, I was at the 'make your mind up' crossroads one and a quarter miles from Torbryan!
It was 'ere 'Arry that I made my fatal error of the evening.....I asked POACHER if it was quicker to turn back or continue with the shorts.....WHATAMISTAKATOMAKA! Poacher rasped: "Go short! Keep together!" And I listened to him! I MUST BE A GRADE 'A' PILLOCK!
The shorts had fragmented and gaps were opening up......I ended up running with Numbnuts and Miss Whiplash. Miss Whiplash was injured slipping on the treacherous muddy wood section and I tried to cheer her (and Numbnuts) up with a few theme tunes from TV shows....though the only one they knew was 'Rawhide' ....'Keep movin' movin' movin' though they're disapprovin' - keep them dawgies movin' Rawhide.... DON'T TRY TO UNDERSTAND 'EM - JUST ROPE....' now look what you've done.... They had NEVER heard the theme tune to WHIPLASH!* or PALADIN (Have Gun Will Travel) or many others I tried, I can't be that old, can I?
We (me actually) had a bad moment when we entered Broadhempston en route to Ipplepen and I envisaged another 3 miles of running, but there on our left was the footpath over the fields to the pub!! Hoorah, hoorah! I recognised it and sped off across the fields shouting: "I know where I am now!" Sixty seconds later, I ran straight into an impenetrable hedge....derrrrrrr. Anti Social had appeared from nowhere plying his trade (making it up as he went). We stumbled and slid across the final few fields, the silence being punctuated by me calling out (every 30 seconds) "I'm not enjoying it!"
Just below the final brow the welcoming glow of the Church House Inn's lights could be discerned and we staggered through the final gate to be confronted by Pottsie. "You've been gone well over an hour, a man like you Campbell...what happened?"
But I'll tell you what, boys and girls, by the time I had got out of my sodden and mud spattered cycle suit and settled at the bar with my well earned pint of Betty Stoggs with a dash....my entire perception of what had gone before had changed.
I had had a blinding evening, a great run and had enjoyed every moment of it! But if you had asked me at any point of the run, I would have said I hated it!
Poacher arrived at the bar much, much, much later. He was freezing cold and quite plainly exhausted. How many times he had gone round the trail is anybody's guess, but I for one, take my yellow cap off to him and Archangel for their efforts, Sunday and Monday. True hashers both.
* Theme tune to follow
(different version will be printed in next month's Bugle to avoid disappointment!)
Jan 14 Group pic (2)
Mrs Doubthare (far left), Snotrag, Two Scoops and Mr Softie.
Two answers Mrs Doubthare: No, it's NOT a fake! And you echo Melon Picker's previous observation..."You obviously have a lot of time on your hands!"
Don't think you'll get away with that...
..John....they're sure to notice! Good to see you and Kerry last night, welcome to 2008.
Jan 14 Pottsie concedes defeat....
and admitted last night that his beloved trumpet may have played its 'Last Post'. The Great Hash God was putting a brave face on despite aides privately admitting that its loss was a bitter blow. Key witnesses Bubbles and Flip Flop were absent last night and could not be questioned by Hiatus* who are if anything, intensifying their search.....
*more on them later......
"Open wide please...."
...says Piddler. Sorry Piddler mate but the only reason we're putting this pic in is to advertise this year's
TORBAY HALF MARATHON.......Winfield (Race Director) said I must and as he's my dad I'll only charge £20 and NO vat.
It's all smiles now, but.......
...it was quite a torrid time for Miss Whiplash as she took a nasty tumble (in the slippery as shee ee eet wood section) and injured her wrist. Numbnuts and I heard a plaintive cry behind us and I answered (extremely irritably) ..."WHAT IS IT NOW!" Sorry, Miss Whiplash, didn't realise my love. Hope it's okay now.
Teapot susses out the newcomers..
...outside The Church House Inn. Seb (left) and Steve had reportedly encountered Archangel while he was laying the trail and were intrigued enough to come along for a try at the 'hashing game'. Good lads!
We'll be broadcasting 'live'...
...this evening...will post a time when we commence operations.....more pics from last night....
From rags to veritable riches....
Good afternoon campers. It was a good night, wasn't it? I'll get an abridged report posted later today. Just to tell you now that our pic vault is crammed with goodies, not only from last night but also some archive pics courtesy of Wigwam to be scanned.
Many thanks to Winfield, Cinderfella and Rambo for holding the Blog together with their brilliant contributions....without which we may well not have survived this far.....and also a huge thankyou to Flowery for his continuing hard work, behind the scenes, helping enormously with the Blog as well as rebuilding the www.tvh3.org.uk website from scratch....thanks lads, and thanks for everyone's support for a venture that really wasn't intended in the first place!
You've gotta be quick in this game..
...but your roving reporter got the shot you wanted......Deep Semen changes into the Hashit Shirt for his combined birthday/DD.....
It's all getting very technical....
Two Scoops negotiating a stile with muttley (forgotten his name!) and full equipment....military and survival....a girl's gotta be careful out there.... Oh, Karen - where's Mr Softie when you need him? (In the pub downing his second pint, actually....)
Didn't realise it at the time, but was...
...this Bobby's stile stall? A down down just waiting to happen....
It's going to be a long night.....
Cap'n Birdseye and Wetfart setting out on their epic voyage of discovery...
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