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Report 1450
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Smidge of Blacktop gives way to splendid
Surrey Marathon
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And he had the temerity, the perspicacity, parsimoniousity, the precociousness, the bare faced bloody cheek to complain about my few feet (well 3/4 mile) of black top!!
Well we eventually got off the road, but even then we dallied with it a bit, running along the edge of a field overlooking the damn thing. It was about then that Dissa, who had promised he would use all his local knowledge and not give a stuff for the struggling middle runners, got in the stride and set the scene for most of the rest of the run; a view of him and his cronies steaming through check after check predicting the outcome. UNTIL the "BIG BAD Back Check", which did take a fair bit of time but I suspect it was already solved silently by the time my mob arrived. With FRB performing his normal Hare Act of "vibrating in the direction" of the solution, the trail took on the style of "Lord of the Flies", with FRB as the conch, and possession indicating being on trail. The long forward check, eventually out and out indicated by FRB, while I, 'Alf 'Ash 'Andy / GrassMuncher, Velcro(F) and Flossy and Floosey checked along the old railway line, set the style of the middle distance section i.e. solutions that started even further than FRB's normal "give-up when checking distance". Which reminds me, what has happened to CrassGlunger? Not one sniff of a short cut - well maybe a little one, but nothing like normal!
At the now defunct, and four elms bereft, pub, the ownership of the conch/hare became paramount - someone had gone to enormous pains to remove ALL trace of flour for a good 1/2 mile! You can usually see a bit of flour remaining when it is rubbed - but not a sign! That is until the black circle of scraped grass, with the slightest trace of flour remaining, meant a check, and the diligent trail destroyers would have to do their own checking . FRB "solved" the check presumably presuming that there would be more destruction but no, they must have given up and although we didn't need the conch - he jogged along with us through the next few "Straight Throughs".
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Moaning about the Bloody Guildford Mafia apart, and the odd couple of bits of black top, the country was grand, the weather fine and the length enough to make the trip worth while. Gurney was moaning, so success there, and Andy Maclean, on transit back from Hash Skiing, made it round so it can't have been that long!
The circle, held outside the village shop and post office, got variously roudy and unrully under the scowling and watchfull eye of a nearby Yocal. Shagger, having arrived late, and given up trying to catch up at the FRB solved forward check, waxed lyrical - but I can't remember a word - and patted FRB on hearsay (or is that heresy?). The said McClean and Liz as returnees, and "Break Dance", visiting from City, had some free beer and then, THEN, Dissa did the only decent thing of the day and advised against the Red Lion! He pointed out that being a restaurant with a minute bar we would be all day waiting for a drink so strongly advised the Bricklayers - success!
So despite slightly annoying the football watching locals, it was a great session. I really must do some work so I'll find a few graphics. Though I did want to do some editorial on Web and email, so
 Tequil'over
Editorial:
Generally we try and put all key information in the circular which goes to both emailers and snail-mailers. There is a great opportunity to put loads of other stuff on the web; pictures news of other hashes, jokes etc.
The strange thing is even the emailers don't visit the web let alone the snail-mailers! So put a pound in the phone tin and visit!
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