Category Archives: CH4 – Write Ups

Doggie had a few beers last night, and it appeared at least some of the responsibility for todays run fell on the shoulders of Alice. We set off and I felt like running – sweat some of last night’s beer out of my body, deal with the brainshit, so I took off and for close to a km we didn’t have any checks. That of course makes you suspicious, and so looking down every side ally, I spied some paper and we all conveniently diverted the first Skiddy Stick check.

I gave the hares too much credit and stupidly took the wrong fork at the next V check – when i rejoined the trail Humperdick was quick to berate my stupidity! Skiddy was up front and blazed a trail passed the 2nd set of skiddy sticks into the distance. As we turned back it was Humperdick that lead the way and promptly (with home field advantage) cruised through the next few checks charging ahead with Beautiful Box in hot pursuit. The hares threw in a pointlessly retarded hill – climb up and straight back down… Clearly Doggie wouldn’t have had the energy, so I’m blaming Alice!

We got onto a familiar trail, and it was heading back towards the out trail… With a couple of circle checks, I was sure we would be cutting to the right, otherwise we’d intercept the out trail again… It turns out we just went back to the out trail, which confused the hell out of HRA / Humps etc. I took the lead but was disgusted to find yet another deviation up a hill… Screw the last little bit, I cut off to the left and sure enough found paper, and was hot on the trail back to the circle.

A traditional Sunday circle, eloquently managed by Alice while Dogshit slouched off his hangover!

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FD teamed up with Human Excrement, and they went to scout on Friday, only to throw it all away and lay trail on the fly this morning – after being out drinking last night! I dashed away from my golf game for it – what was I thinking?

We were set off in the usual direction with Alice and I setting the early pace. Lacking FRBs we also had to do all the checking – with Skid Mark shouting behind us for us to check harder! It turned out Frozen had opted to reuse the standard waterfall run from that location, with a few adjustments. Finally as we crossed the waterfall, Skiddy had 3rd choice and got lucky as the trail headed down. Alice and I took off after him with Fishy Finger urging us on.

Skiddy had bribed Sleeps on It and Kwazi to short cut ahead and kick out the checks, so he held his ground as we charged down the hill to the waiting hares. A shorter run which was definitely enough for me! Beer.

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Last Sunday some well known, if not beloved, faces from the CH4 kennel met up in Cambridge for a hastily arranged outstation in the Mother country. I thought Belly Dancer had chosen Cambridge because he was from there. Wrong. He reckoned it it was kind of inbetween Sussex, Surrey and Norfolk, plus it had the right initials.

The run was set around a little Cambridgeshire village called Upwood. And it wasn’t easy to find. Luckily I was, being very orange. Poo, Knockout and Pee Poo followed me into the carpark closely followed by BD with Willy Walls in tow.

The run was set by the AWOL and the Invisible Man, meaning you never know who the hare/s is/are, and that’s probably a good thing! There is obviously a sawdust shortage in this part of UK; the trail was sparse shall we say. Out we went in the drizzle, across muddy clay wheatfields and a few stinging nettle bordered paths for good measure. One wag had an inflatable Olympic torch and it was my honour to carry this for a few kms as no-one overtook me!

Knockout pretended to enjoy the local conditions and Poo set his usual competitive instincts aside in case local hashers got too interested in his tilak. Pee Poo, a block off the old chip if ever there was one, went well for an OAP and an accountant to boot. Not sure about those long socks though, but I wouldn’t have minded when we went thru the nettles. Belly Dancer pranced and Willy Walls kept up well until the markings seemed to disappear and it was everyman for himself to get back to the Three Crowns.

Changing soaking wet in cold toilets, it was just like school again for some of us! We CH4ers enjoyed a tasty pub lunch and then joined CH3 for their wet circle in the wet garden by the wet carpark. Did I mention it was drizzling?

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I was chatting to In and Out in the afternoon singing the praises of Bendover as a hare – he’s set some memorable runs, for the right reasons, so I was expecting something good. I was also a little wary of a longer, hillier run, as it was the 3rd hash in 24 hours.

The hare brief was short… 5-6km (LIE), flat run (LIE), the only thing that was right was the colour of the paper – Bendover favourite camp pink! This week our Swiss friend had invaded an orphanage and brought along a group of youngsters – one of which came out in the circle…

Anyway, before we set off I’d realised that MakMak had been out to set the run, so he knew the route. That’s annoying as we then spent most of the run checking which way he went at the checks. He tried sending Chuck Wao up a hill, but it pretty much the whole run was just chasing around after MakMak. We should have strapped a powder bag to his back and set him loose as a live hare!

The circle was short and OnOnOn to Im Pla Plao, where fortunately the kids were well entertained in the play area…

G’Night!