Run 896 - 11 Dec 2005
Run 896-La Cala
Sunday 11th December 2005
Hares: Mummy´s boy
Staggering up from La Cala village and having been passed by Perve and Jerry Can in the Porsche saying they had no room for me, Bag Puss gallantly stopped and gave me a lift to the run start in the hills above La Cala.
Considering this was a Hair of the Dog run it was very well attended by approximately 40 eager hashers, several very much the worse for wear. Although I´d been standing patiently in the circle awaiting its commencement, I´d walked away to obtain a bottle of water and was then classified as the last hasher in the circle and received my punishment in the way of a can of Cruz Campo. I was also presented with the onerous task of scribe. Limp Toed Sloth eagerly stood in for our GM as Stiff Fanny et famille had telephoned to express their apologies for running late again.
The run was surprisingly unhairydoglike as it comprised several, for me, steep hills. Spittoon, Karma and another able bodied person appeared not to tackle the first steep part owing to the distress of our newish harriet Ann who suffers breathing difficulties (moral don´t ask for a BJ!). They did their own run and came back from the opposite direction.
Several hashers lost the trail and others thought they´d completed the whole trail only to find out they hadn´t. Limpt Toed Sloth continued with the circle after the run despite Stiff Fanny´s presence in the circle. Trail foulers were encouraged into the circle for downdowns and Jerry Can uttered a few words something like “phew, I got away with that”. Dipper reported him and he duly completed his penance by consuming a large beer diligently, without spillage, on his knees.
Spittoon, Dipper, Willy Wanker, Karma and I were called into the circle for various anniversaries.
Mummy´s Boy received a good mark of 8 and several compliments for managing to set a run after the successful and boozy Xmas Bash. However, many thought that if he´d done it on foot, and not on the bike, it would have been more akin to a Hair of the Dog Run as it was a little longer than several people managed and who disappeared before the circle … maybe through sickness of perhaps footy?
Mungo´s guise had been blown and he was rechristened. Apparently he was slightly embarrassed by his name and had purported never to have had one … something to do with looking like, many years ago, Mungo Jerry?
The weather became progressively colder in the circle and after several down downs and announcements, namely the 900th run, it was closed and hungry hashers sped off for a wonderful ON ON at the 9 Dragons where we ate and drank superbly for 12 euros a head.
Scribe : Stitched UP
