The Runday Shag
Issue 2575
Date: 25 May 2025
Hare: Stevie Blunder
Venue: NT Landslip car park, Dorking
On On: Inn on the Green, Ockley
Car parks, Hills and Definitely No Cricket!
So, another Stevie Blunder live trail. What could possibly go wrong ?
In order to anticipate any possible disasters the committee were all ready with extra bottles of flour and maps – but as always, coming up with unique ways to Blunder, we hadn’t banked on getting the run site wrong!
Luckily, after some detective work from Hash Flash and some frantic WhatsApping on Saturday afternoon and realizing that the cricket club was on flat ground and had a pitch and a hut – it was acknowledged that the wrong location had been sent to the Trail Mistress and the location was in fact Landslip car park – which bore absolutely no resemblence to a cricket pitch. So thanks to Petal for getting the message out to hashers beforehand – phew, disaster avoided!
After finding creative ways to fit the cars Jenga style into the overcrowded car park (with Bonn Bugle apparently almost running over Uncle Gerry in the process) we were ready for the off.
Hare talk by Stevie B promised 3 shortcuts and some explanation of what flour looked like (as a reminder to himself from last time I presume) as well as a spoiler alert that the trail would go to Leith Hill.
With a minute’s head start the hare was off with the pack in hot pursuit.
I will ignore the fact that within 100m of the start on the short cut we encountered the hare going in the other direction and admitting that he had made a mistake, but hey ho!
We were cleverly ??! held up at one of the first checks with front runners going in all directions but the trail going in the only directon that hadn’t been checked. For some reason at this point Bonn Bugle and Chunderos decided that they would make straight for Leith Hill and therefore missing nearly the whole run!
After that, the pack was getting the hang of it and the trail had its fair share of ups and downs and pleasant meandering through rhodedendrums and then more hills, not to mention the Stevie Blunder signature false trails.
Big Foot, who was alledgedly injured, still managed to front run and do nearly all the checks and false trails! Doesn’t say much about the rest of us.
Finally we made it to Leith Hill where the pack regrouped and the hare had been spotted earlier lost and confused, so nothing new to report .
Just when you thought you were nearly home there was another loop which took us through some woodland and long grass where a machete would not have gone amiss and yet more hills!
Towards the end, First On was spotted looking rather confused. “I’m sure I’ve been here before,” she declared. That’s because you have! The On In met up with the starting loop. The “best” laid plans…
And then we were back for drinks and cakes. Charges in the circle were for Stevie Blunder’s birthday including a present of a hair turban from Atty to maintain his ”lustrous locks“; Chunderos for being confused about the fact that the car park was above sea level (maybe the cricket ground was – who knows)? Hash Flash for mistakenly thinking he was more attractive to blondes than Raffles!
There was a general celebration of towel day and a rather scary level of knowledge of The Hitchhikers Guide to the Galaxy from the circle!
Then the pub (also changed from the one published….)! Getting the cars back out the car park was not without its challenges. Stevie Blunder got the
car stuck on a log and Ms Bean had to climb into Arfur Pint’s car to reverse it out of the car park.
On On,
Ms Bean
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Editorial
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Hash podcast
Uncle Gerry sent me a link to his latest podcast for my personal interest (an interview about his hash history). Even our senior members are tech savvy, but I did point out that the purpose of a podcast is to reach a wider audience. I commend it to you, but his own modesty prevents him from broadcasting its existence!
History or a story? If you know, please let me know!
The True Origin of Hashing: Gispert and the Royal Selangor Cat
Long ago, before the dawn of fitness apps and dry-fit shorts, a man named A.S. Gispert was sipping his fourth gin & tonic at the Royal Senenglor Club, pondering the meaning of life—and how to escape another Sunday afternoon filled with polite nods and cucumber sandwiches.
As the sun scorched the colonial veranda, a strange creature darted across the croquet lawn: Sir Pouncealot, the Club’s indolent yet unpredictable ginger cat. Known for his erratic dashes between whisky glasses and his habit of knocking over everything sacred, he was either possessed or a feline genius.
That day, Sir Pouncealot launched a chaotic sprint across the lawn, leapt onto the bar, skidded across a tray of pies, and disappeared into the jungle beyond the tennis courts. The members erupted, half in horror, half in applause. Gispert, slightly more gin than tonic, slurred, “By Jove… that’s fun.”
He stood, wobbling but inspired. “Imagine if we all chased that damn cat. Through the jungle. Over drains. Into muddy hell. And then, beer.”
And so the first hash was born—not from health or discipline—but from a half-cut man watching a chaotic cat sprint through colonial decadence, with the noble goal of beer at the end.
The rest, as they say, is trail.
The trail according to the hare
Poop of the week (It’s the look on their faces!)
Pictures – Click for larger copies of these & many many more in this week’s album
If you take a dregs picture you need to send it to the editor to get it published!
Trivia
Nice comment:
Fame gives you a stage; ego steals the script; hubris insists on a standing ovation, right up until the trapdoor opens.
From our resident misogynist:
Scientists have discovered that beer is full of oestrogen. After 10 pints you talk complete rubbish and can’t drive any more.
