February, SFMH3 no. 5, Hares: Health Hazard & Fish Flaps

The venue for February's Full Moon Hash was chosen with particular care by the hares, Health Hazard and Fish Flaps, in order to get the maximum sadistic, perverted pleasure from watching the dozen or so shivering hashers debating whether it would be the dash up the Mount and back, or would it be a toll along the Esplanade into the teeth of the gale that was whipping (down Pampers!) across the surrounding landscape.

Nevertheless, we had been advised well beforehand that it was going to be a chilly night, but whether that referred to the weather, the football or the prospect of Full Moony's culinary delights we would soon find out. As it turned out it was all three.

The On On was called and off we trotted secure in the knowledge that there was to be at least one beer stop, but where?

The trail took a bit if finding at first, but we were soon into the swing of things, the eagle eyed front runners attracting strange enquiring glances from bemused members of the non-Hashing public as they peered avidly behind lampposts and shrieked the On On whenever chalk or flour was spotted.

Shortly into the run, as we were temporarily flummoxed by an apparent lack of trail at Valley Bridge, we were joined by Pampers in civvies and he was duly persuaded to join in the throng. As it happened it was a good job he did because he was responsible for spotting a sneaky blob of flour hidden by an unsuspected member of the motoring public which allowed us to get going again and arrive safely at the first beer stop.

Much refreshed we found, as we suspected, the trail heading off in the direction of the Mount. Groans all round. However our groans turned to cheers as the route veered down and past the College. Was this the On Home? No it couldn't be as there was supposed to be another beer stop, wasn't there?

On On to the site of the Holbeck in the teeth of the gale. The wind probably accounted for the fact that Flesh, uncharacteristically front running, was the only one to find the trail heading down to the beach and so to the other beer stop, despite him shouting his b%$£!^ks off to try and attract the attention of the other runners. Never mind, at least he got to finish the beer and the run, unlike the rest who SCB's back to the pub.

Full Moony had excelled himself and produced a marvellous veggie chilli which was enjoyed by nearly everyone and then Pampers did the honours with the down downs, the recipients of which were:

Trash by Flesh