Humper teamed up with Frozen to set the run like a couple of dicks… The runsite was at a crematorium south on the canal road and some hashers simply turned around and headed home for fear of the ghosts. We moved the circle site as far away as we could and managed to keep the remaining happy.
We set off and for once there was no Brown Finger to relentlessly set the pace, and without his buddy to chase Chuck Wao kept the rest of us company, sharing his latest adventures in intimate detail. Dog Shit had a perfect run as he got every single check right, while the rest of us took turns to join him at the front with turns taken between BmY, CW, HRA, Poo and Sloppy.
At one set of Skiddy Sticks, I found some old paper and ran off 400m or so in the wrong direction, with everyone following behind me – Turkish screaming at me to call, even though I wasn’t on. At the 2nd set of sticks, I followed Doggy and sure enough came upon the trail with the way home ingrained in my muscle memory. CW was on my tail roaring ‘On-On’ and Poo was chasing me down too – I spied FD and Square Rooter taking photos and knew we were close, just managing to get to the On-In without collapsing!
Just in case Poo decides to copy and paste this for the newsletter, the circle was awesome. It was On-On-On to Humperdick’s girlfriends before into town for some G&Ts when the karaoke started…