| Date | Hare | Scribe |
|---|---|---|
| 26 Jan 2025 | Jeremy | Kevin |
In winters’ storms there are certain times of day
When all the citizens retire to get their throws to stay warm.
It’s one of the rules that the greatest fools obey,
Because the storm is much too boisterous
And one must avoid its blustery downpours.
The natives grieve when the hashers leave their homes,
Because they’re obviously, definitely nuts!
Mad dogs and KVH3 hashers go out in the winter storm,
The Japanese don’t care to, the Chinese wouldn’t dare to,
Hindus and Argentines sleep firmly from eleven to one
But KVH3 hashers detest a mid day break.
In the Philippines they have lovely screens to protect you from the glare.
In the Malay States, there are hats like plates which the hashers won’t wear.
At 11:00am the natives swoon and no further activity is done,
But mad dogs and KVH3 hashers go out in the winter storm.
It’s such a surprise for the Eastern eyes to see,
that though the hashers are effete, they’re quite impervious to the wet and cold,
When the hashers walk and run every native hides in glee,
Because the simple creatures hope they will impale their wetproof outfit on a tree.
It seems such a shame when the hashers claim the earth,
That they give rise to such hilarity and mirth.
Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha
hoo hoo hoo hoo hoo hoo hoo hoo
hee hee hee hee hee hee hee hee
hmm hmm hmm hmm hmm hmm (intake breath)
Mad dogs and KVH3 hashers go out in the winter storm.
The toughest Inuit can never understand it.
In Norway the cold of day is just what the natives shun,
They put their Scotch or Rye down, and lie down.
In a northern town where the rain beats down to the rage of man and beast
The English garb of the English person merely gets a bit more creased.
In Hungerford at eleven o’clock they foam at the mouth and run,
But mad dogs and KVH3 hashers go out in the winter storm.
Mad dogs and KVH3 hashers go out in the winter storm.
The smallest Britrish rabbit deplores this foolish habit.
In Hong Kong they strike a gong and fire off a noonday gun,
To reprimand each inmate who’s in late.
In the mangrove swamps where the python romps
there is peace from eleven till one.
Even caribous lie around and snooze, for there’s nothing else to do.
In Bengal to move at all is seldom ever done,
But mad dogs and KVH3 hashers go out in the winters storm
And so it was that Jeremy set us off on our hash, albeit a little different from previous hashes, with those hashers who wanted to do a long hash were to follow the hare beyond the long/short divide and those hashers who wanted to do a very short trail were to follow the “VS –>”.
And thus, KVH3 hashers went out into the winter storm to return to the après sodden apart from two: Kathy and Soma felt they’d done more than enough simply by turning up today (smug grins, ha ha), given the atrocious weather conditions – especially on the very challenging drive home! Kathy asked me to point out how they braved truly horrendous high winds and torrential rain by navigating a very hostile Hungerford High St (she loves alliteration) to reach the safe harbour of the Antiques Emporium (no pun intended, but water did actually run in fast moving rivulets down the main road the whole time).
Whilst the rest of us hashers were out having a nice jolly in the greater wilds of Hungerford, Kathy and Soma apparently had to endure delicious hot drinks (served in Worcestershire Fine Bone China no less) and in Kathy’s case, a moreish bacon butty too…. oh how they suffered! But they were very mindful of the fantastic job Jeremy did in ensuring the hash happened at all – their most appreciative thanks, and very well done Jeremy.
And of course, us fellow hashers and GOM concurred what a fine hash it was in a winter storm!
