As the guy down the fairground said to me...

... "Just point it and shoot mate."

microTrash - What happened on run 1208.

r*n #1208 Ravenscourt Park - The Thatched House pub - Hare: Crap nav - Scribe: Hobo

The run was around Chiswick and Ravescourt Park, an otherwise unremarkable suburb, nevertheless an area renown for its affluence, high population of trend setting media types and other trend setters. A number of hashers eschewed their normal liquid diet and staple of real ale and fish and chips, to eat mussels, as well as to promote Belgian fashion. Good to see, as it is clearly in keeping the ambience of the area, the overt manifestation of wealth and good taste. Oysters are known to be an aphrodisiac; do mussels have some follicle stimulation properties? And what of the Belgians?

The run started in a light drizzle, not a problem to hashers, as the hash is conducted in all weathers. The weather whilst inclement clearly caused one hasher to infringe rule 6; perhaps his haemorrhoids were playing up. Or was this something to do with the Battle of Turnham green? Posing the question was he round head or cavalier?

Back to the trail, the P trail was no worries. The run was of good length, the front runners were rapidly separated from the rest of the pack. The run started off well marked, but faded. Because of the rain? Or what was the reason? It was noted that some hashers were late in returning to the down –downs. Other hashers returned amazing early and were equally amazingly fresh (well you would be if you had just spent some time having a drink). Clearly these hashers are fit, very fit and have highly developed navigation skills. Maybe this is a characteristic of a hash with an above average age, where old farts can short cut with the young way out ahead.

There seems to have been some delay in writing the micro-trash. A communication problem: sounds very familiar in any organisation. The pope not really knowing what some components of his flock is up to.

r*n #1208 Ravenscourt Park - The Thatched House pub - Hare: Crap nav - Scribe: Curly

His royal highness was in attendance so everyone was on best behaviour (Not). I was expecting some off road trail but it did not materialise. We generally headed North with the usual FRBs giving it some welly. We hit Goldhawk road and I saw the visitor cross and nearly take the paint off of some unsuspecting Volvo, then a left into Cathnor road, it got very uninteresting from here with a few checks and not much calling. We eventually hit the Avenue and crossed that then crossed it again and again and again and again, We eventually hit Bedford park (Tabard country) and turned into Bath road, the hare appeared and chalked East towards Shepherds bush, this headed back towards the pub and Cystpit and myself did not need any more encouragement, we looked for the trail but found no chalk (honest). Back in the comfort of the Thatched House pub with its open fire and pint in hand it was easy to call the hares birth right into question… On on.