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Hash from South Cerney

Hash from South Cerney

This was a hell of a mixed-up Hash. First of all it rained, which it’s never supposed to do on a Hash. Albeit, it stopped soon after we started running and started again just as the fast runners were changing out of their wet clothes. That should have been enough to tick the box about…

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100 Armistice Day

100 Armistice Day

My grandfather’s older brother, Christy, served in the Great War. His eyes and lungs were destroyed by gas in the trenches. My memory is his thick glasses like the bottom of milk bottles and a hacking cough that disgusted us kids. He joined in 1914 because Lloyd George promised Home Rule after the war if…

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Fear

Fear

I’d a long run yesterday. At one stage I skirted a field. A big man walked towards me with a bloody big spanner and said: “There’s no right-of-way here.” I said I’d permission from the farmer. He said that farmer didn’t own that field. Then we had a chat about weather and crop yields, as…

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A Hash from Wilton

A Hash from Wilton

I love it when there’s a bit of colourful distraction on a Hash. Kathy led the way with her exquisite summer clothing, Anne looked well in two-tone and a fetching hat and Kay stood out in a pink top with matching grey. In fact I could fill the mag with detail on all the women…

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Pulling a Pint

Pulling a Pint

I’ve been on a mission for many a year, initiating bartenders in how to pull a pint of Guinness correctly. It makes such a difference to the taste. When I order, I watch the pull anxiously, shouting “STOP” when it’s pulled badly. I explain the rules, why it’s important to slow the process. I ask…

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Yoga and Poems

Yoga and Poems

Last year I tried to back a trailer down a forest track and couldn’t use the side mirrors because of the bushes. So, I reversed by looking back over my shoulder. I hadn’t done that in years and it hurt. Next day my mother-in-law gave up driving because she couldn’t turn her head properly. Ok,…

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Rocky is the Scribe

Rocky is the Scribe

About time I was asked to be guest scribe. I have been hashing for several years now, setting the pace, checking the quality of the flour, pissing against trees so the walkers’ dogs could have something to look forward to. I was shocked to learn it’s the first time a dog has been invited to…

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