Saturday 9 August 2008
Ex header pic:
Hands on hips they stood, silhouetted against a savage Dartmoor sky, waiting for one thing only ... ... THE BERTIES !! Another epic brought to you by Bluebird Movies 4 Wallies
Friday 8 August 2008
Ex header pic: There once was a tribe of pygmies called the Fukarwi ..
and when they were hunting in the Elephant grass, every now and then one of the pygmies would jump as high as he could and shout: "Where the f*** are we?"
It's been a little time coming but ...
... let's face it, Piltdown Man was an accident just waiting to happen ... come on down for your Downdown, Piltdown Man ...
And when he realised his tragic ...
... 'Whatamistakatomaka' - he pounded his forehead and exclaimed: "Sacre bleu!"
And it turns out to be a very sad stawry ...
... about a hasher who turned up at the Rugglestone (only other pub in Widecombe) and waited and waited wondering why he was the only wally there ...
First up to the oche is Hornie ...
... with a particularly apt award of the Checkin' Chicken Hat ...
Thursday 7 August 2008
A 180 degree pan sees ...
... a lone quartet making an abortive ascent to Basecamp 3 ... let their names be carved in stone ... as I watched them climb bravely, I had to wipe a tear from my jaundiced eye, these weren't just fearless hashers, these were the very stuff that legends are made of ... these were bona fide, 42 carat plonkers ... !
For the record, in the front there is Anti Social who knows the Moor like the proverbial back of the wotsit, followed by Manpig - which surprises very few (unless you're a distant relative), then Deep Semen who is well-known for having a set of wheels that just won't quit and finally ... the Hon Sex himself - to be sure to be sure - who knew it was a one way ticket to oblivion but who went up there 'just for a laugh' anyway ...
Flip Flop (left) is 'tipped the wink' ...
... (same class at Grammar school) and immediately peels off, Rod looks across to Bubbles and they both decide that if it's good enough for Flip Flop then ...
Far away, sensing a trap ...
... Rod, Bubbles and Flip Flop 'ang aboot 'Arry ... far, far away, the mangled remains of the longs appear atop the ridge, Rod ...
Manpig glances right at the check but ...
... fails to spot Winfield's extremely cunning 'deep cutting' cut trail ...
Antisocial arrives at Basecamp 2 ...
... and that high five will shortly turn into a 'low' five as he is about to encounter the second savage backcheck ... as Anti would comment in an interview back at the car park: "Backchecks are mean and unsporting" ... sorry Mike, but they were intended for Poacher, not you. Anyway, why weren't you with your oppo Jimmy? I steered him right ...
"You're not going to give me any ...
... bad news, are you Bluebird?" "Of course not Bubbles, even if it were the wrong way, I'd re-lay it up here specially for you..."
Slowly and most reluctantly ...
... suspicious little huddles of hashers edge their way towards what seems like a viable option. Only Bubbles (left) advances with purpose ... secure in the knowledge that if it is another 'false dawn' he will have the satisfaction of duffing the perpetrator up ...
Okay, let's singalong to Burl Ives 'Old Smokey'
On top of Old Smokey,
All covered with snow,
I lost my true lover,
For courting too slow.
For courting's a pleasure,
But parting is grief,
And a false-hearted lover,
Is worse than a thief.
A thief will just rob you,
And take what you have,
But a false-hearted lover,
Will lead you to your grave.
The grave will decay you,
And turn you to dust,
Not one boy in a hundred
A poor girl can trust.
They'll hug you and kiss you,
And tell you more lies,
Than crossties on a railroad,
Or stars in the sky.
So come ye young maidens,
And listen to me,
Never place your affection
In a green willow tree.
For the leaves they will wither,
The roots they will die,
And you'll be forsaken,
And never know why. ... Didulikethat?
A VERY close encounter of ...
... the Poach 'I'm going to kill you if this is another of your tricks' kind ...
I wouldn't go down there if I wuz you ...
... 'ol son, it's the first of the savage (and highly illegal) backchecks ...
Rod Thunderbirds over the ridge ...
... Go Go Go! Shed a tear, for this is the last time he'll be called 'Rod' ... his naming awaits back at the Old Inn ...
Do you see that tiny blob of flour ...
... over there on top of the ladder stile? Well, sadly I have to report to you that ... it isn't over there ...
Wednesday 6 August 2008
But already some are searching ...
... for the 'way out' ... in other words: Where's the long? Poacher (foreground) is still upset about the silly sod detour at the start and is threatening dire consequences if anything else untoward occurs ...
Another vista to digest ...
from left: Wigwam, Bubbles, Georgy P Orgy (hope that's right!) and Songmaster Migman
A one two a one two three ...
Yes we'll gather at the river
The beautiful, beautiful river
Gather with the saints at the river
That flows by the Throne of God ...
Cross section circle crowd ...
from left: Cinderfella gazes up the hill which he knows we are about to ascend ... Deep Semen is ready for anything ... Poacher is staring suspiciously at moi (for once, he has good reason to be) ... Wigwam looks suspiciously plastered (having been given a lift by Flip Flop all of a few hundred yards) ...
I don't recall the Hashit Shirt ...
... having those silver sequins round the collar ... maybe the girls have been decorating it a bit ...
On hearing about the 'Duck you suckers' ...
... (A Fistful of Dynamite [1971] James Coburn ... great Sergio Leone Spaghetti ware) ... Pork Torpedo's nose wrinkles in anticipation - as does Hornie's (right) ...
Manpig's trying hard to take it all in ...
... but as his shirt proclaims - it just might be one of those 'the yolk's on you' sort of hashes this evening ...
Ex header pic: Piltdown Downdown Man ...
... pauses en routey to check how he's doing ... a classic moment captured in TVH3 time
Tuesday 5 August 2008
The circle's reaction from left:
... Catflap - "I'm all ears" ... Piltdown Man - "Is this normal for a hash?" ... Flip Flop - "Gawd helpus all" ... Forrest Stump - "I can't bear to look" ... Bubbles - "Is he for real?" ... Teapot - "?"
"Now I think it's laid in flour ...
... but I could be wrong as we've been in the pub since five to five ..."
"I wish to register an objection," says
... Forrest ... mind you, I think Winfield, Flowery and myself would like to counter-object re your abuse of a Torbay Half Marathon tee shirt ...
