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Report 1469
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WAS THE HARE HYLAS OR THERSITES?
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This will be an an inadequate account, for reasons which will emerge gradually...
Shagger's trail began from the Pines Business Park - did it occur to you that there are numerous anagrams to PINES?: snipe. spine, and also.....does any epithet come to mind? Well, it began, on a small scale in a copse, with quite unnecesssary but also intriguing intricacy. This seems to have set a pattern for the full scale version, the macro-trail. Doug the Tub had the greatest perspicacity, at least as far as the A323; I have to start guessing thereafter, because with inaudible calling and bewildering approaches to marking the check circles through, Puffer and I, who had been valiantly checking in the wrong directions, found ourselves alone. We caught Tako Belle and a friend, back -marking as they thought. "Where did everyone go?" They pointed straight ahead. "Are you sure?" Well, no they weren't: "But we haven't seen them come back!" Moral: girls on a hash chat, and ,as female courtesy requires, look at each other and not at the pack....
Puffer and I suspected the trail had gone off to the right. "Oh, yes, we saw the arrow down a rabbit hole; but we thought that was a joke!"
No comment! Pleasing though that Shagger had added this Wonderland touch to his trail.... We were correct, and followed flour into the northern end of Wood Street Village, to a phone box, from which we could just hear the horns of Elfland faintly blowing. So we checked in that direction, and were rewarded by some remarkable scenery: blindingly white piles of limestone, poppies worthy of Renoir, brilliant blue thistles, acres of ox-eye daisies... No hashers though.
We asked the way, but asked it stupidly, and after a good deal of jogging found ourselves back at the same check on the A323 where we had lost the pack in the first place. Oh well, we said, we'll be last in, with the Circle finished, and everyone in the pub.
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Judge therefore of our surprise to find only the hare, a few dissident or deviant hashers: Herr Flick, Hairy Buns, `Ard-on, Glasscruncher; and 3 beautiful girls. And plenty of beer in the bucket.So we drank that, and waited. Shagger explained that he had taken 3 hours to lay the trail, which he made appear a perfect masterpiece of superfluous elaboration. Doug the Tub appeared, but he too, though much later, had swerved from the paths of virtue, and was complaining of the distance nevertheless. Then Glow-worm; but I shall spare you a complete enumeration of the order of arrival.The question you are to answer brings you back to my headline above. Hylas, you will recall, was the most handsome of the Argonauts, while the vile Thersites will be familiar to you all from the play Troilus and Cressida. Which had our Grand Master been, in laying this splendidly long and difficult trail? Does he merit a laurel wreath, or the nearest duckpond? A place of honour in our annals, or perpetual obloquy?
In every issue of this letter, at least the e-mail version, you are encouraged to contribute comments and to involve yourselves in its composition. Here therefore is a fine opportunity to make your opinions known!
Also: which US male singer had 2 consecutive Nr 1 UK hits in the 70s with "eyes" in the title?
Allow me to remind you of our competition for a T-shirt design to publicise the major event of this decade, the SH3 1500th: January 10th/11th, ladies and gentlemen!
First-On will take your elegant offerings by hand if (like me) you lack the skill to send images by computer, but remember the deadline: June 22nd!!
ON ON FRB
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