Report 1464

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Report 1464

Run	1464
Date	04-May-03
Hare	The Boundah
Venue	Parkgate
On On	The Surrey Oaks
SSA	(O) 126 A2 (N) 158 D4
OS	(187) 205436

HERE’S TO THE BOUNDAH,HE’S SO BLUE, HE SHOWS

BLUEBELLS THROUGH AND THROUGH THROUGH...

Newer hashers will not know of the miseries the Retard and the Boundah inflicted on us in the past; it was an axiom with the committee that neither should ever set another trail. Fortunately such traditions are quickly lost; both have learned the errors of their ways. Eric now sets trails open only to the customary criticism faced by all hares, while today Frank surpassed himself. Too short, certainly - we were in under the hour - but in all other respects admirable. Superb swathes of bluebells, ingenious checks, sun, scenery, with a coherent and attractive trail...

Difficult however to lavish the same praise on the landlord. He fussed over our approach to parking as if several thousand other cars were expected; and as the circle began to assemble, sent a family of other visitors packing, because they had a wheelchair, and might affect the comfort of his guests! And yet at that stage there were only about 3 people apart from us.

Made Marion held his first circle as JM. Hashers are asked to decide: did Two-Tone Tosser triumph in the match with Made Marion's motley? Should such gaudy garments not be outlawed? (And in passing, should not Dr Death's custom of getting into his glad rags before the circle not be under a similar interdict?) The verdict may be made by our wardrobe mistress: First On. She has ruled sternly that your scribe must abjectly retract his view that the system of awarding medals has been changed: Not So! Silver for 25 runs or more, bronze for 10 to 24; a run is only counted for an official Sunday morning trail. And so it has always been. Those unable to reconcile current with earlier lists are wrong; scripta manent, if it's in print it's true. So there.

No horn today; Puffer left his in the car. But he more than made up for this by the quality of his calling; stentorian bellows when at the back, with no one at all behind him, excited cries when he found blobs at the front - if, for example, blobs visibly going right he would rush off to the left, so leaving the lesser front runners in his wake well bemused....

But my mockery is misplaced; at least he does call, magna cum voce, which is more than can be said for others....

His partner in crime Bumble (they will have a more merciful scribe next week, I shall miss 3 Sundays for 3 different reasons) Bumble, I say, the lemonade-drinking Bumble actually managed much of the first half of today's trail on flour. To be sure almost all were back checks... But this display of virtue could not last, and like Herr Flick he left the straight and narrow in favour of his own interpretation of the trail; so covering more miles than the rest of us. Hare Eater also permitted herself to be led astray, with Elle T-shirt and other harriettes. Loyal to her sex, the RA held the circle until these dissidents were in (no, we did not wait for Gerry Gurney, and indeed I have no idea where he got to). There were no visitors or virgins, though it would be difficult to explain their absence by the hare's reputation, however little deserved; how could they have

known?

Herr Flick's contribution perhaps merits the immortality bestowed by these columns; having decided on a right-hander, he really did a full and complete right-hander, with a circumambulation of a field which returned him to the exact spot where we had all started that particular check.... This is known as being both thorough and systematic, and is greatly to be recommended when you are not sure where you are. At least like this you can never

get lost.

Short An' was, throughout, up with, or near, the front runners; it is rumoured that she is running 3 times a week, and intends to supplant such stalwarts as Dissa.

Arfur laid down the law and punished delinquents with admirable logic in space and time, beginning at the beginning and working her way through the various phases of the hash, unlike most male RAs with butterfly brains, who flutter from sin to sin with no such system in mind. Let us end however where we began, with The Boundah: he drank his down-down with such relish that his beard, his whiskers, his hair, were all drenched. Well down and well done.

ON ON FRB