What can we say to a VERY naughty coverboy whose flowing curls, blue eyes, neeeeewwwwww ssshhhhhhoooooeeeessss and, well, that running thing disgraced publications around the world this week? Words won’t do it so we’ll borrow one of his own faces (one, incidentally that we’re fairly sure he gave the thief at some point).

There is no Messiah in the hash. There’s a mess all right, but no Messiah. Now go away!

Link provided in case anyone actually wants to know what this is about.

 

 

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So the GM wanted to give Something Fishy his comeuppance for multiple counts of shameful athleticism but, not being able to reach, had to give him a comedownance instead. Hats off to Something Fishy for an admirable effort, not least given general reactions to the beer that night >>>

Meanwhile we said goodbye to Pinky – we don’t need much excuse for some fancy dress and posing.

And Perry couldn’t think of a joke. Unfortunately nor can the we – suggestions for a better caption welcome.

Nice trail Sara! Enjoyed by all who didn’t sleep instead…

 

 

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Lassie is obviously the only hasher with
the necessary retrieval skills to find
Spookybits’s sprouts on the trail.

 

 

 

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Master of Vice departed from the traditional beer stop plying us all with Pimms, Strawberries and cream. Congratulations on his three score and ten.
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Mufti reports that hashers left the following cheek prints at the beer stop. Anyone who can explain why the hasher on the right was sitting backwards may win a pint.
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Party time!

  • Cantab Hash 8th 10th birthday
  • GM changeover
  • Landlord Bunter’s retirement
Above: After much pontification someone finally gives
Bunter a beer

Left: New GM Gus wears a nifty little thigh-length black
number which accentuates his light blue top and mauve boa. New
landlord James makes a valiant attempt at a welcoming smile.

Right: The ceremonial pants of power are handed over from the
arse on the right to the arse on the left.

Below: Reactions to the new appointment are mixed.

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The annual river run is from Grantchester to Cambridge
(or vice versa, depending on the oddity of the year), with half-pint
beer stops at 10 pubs along the way. Er, leakage of any sort is
nor permitted.

This year the race saw a star performance from Gosia, who proved
to have not only the speed but the drinking ability to fend off
her male competitors. Never has the circle chant of “beaten
by a woman” been so richly deserved.

Admittedly, her navigational system did break down after the
race and her route home that night was somewhat unconventional.
But that’s another story…

Incidentally, there is of course a choice as to whether
to race as fast as possible, or to take a more leisurely approach
and savour the beer on offer. The photos above are of the first
four home, the ones below took rather longer. As for who is having
the most fun, judge for yourselves.
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Ah, what an impressive collection of running and drinking
talent!

Here are the stats for the Cantabrigensis Hash House Harriers:

Number of runners: 66

Number of teams: :11

Number of teams in the top 7 who finished in less than an hour:
Two

Number of teams in the top 25 out of 363: Four

Money raised and handed over to Hewitsons: £1485

Money donated to charity as a result: Nil. Moral: never trust
a lawyer with your money (apart from Abi, of course).

On the left, we have the fastest mixed team, a.k.a the Cantab
Whippets. Unfortunately they didn’t actually win, as Hewitsons decided
at the last minute that having a fair mix of females and males wasn’t
a requirement for a mixed team (Duh?)

On the right, we have the speedy old gits of the Cantab Hash Old
Masters team. They didn’t win either, for the simple reason that
another team of even speedier old gits did.

And so it was left to the senior ladies to show the club’s running
prowess and claim the “fastest old biddies” prize.

Well done to the team of Kate (Capt), Alison, Josie, Lemons, Cecile,
and Beverly.

Two more of our esteemed entrants:

On the left, “Cantab Hash The Baron’s Wieners”

On the right, “Cantab Hash Trailblazers”

Enough of the running…it is after
all a “Running and Drinking” club…
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Well, there was all this beer left over from Grunty Fen…

Amazing how many people you can fit into a garden. Scared the crap
out of the cat, though.

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Once more the Cantabrigensis hashers dominated the
Grunty Fen half marathon. Not that we actually won anything as such
(other than Yorkshire Whippet winning his usual “fastest middle
aged person” in some category or other). But we certainly dominated
in numbers, drank more than the other teams, and anyway we had both
a Gorilla and a Borat.
Obviously recently married, no-one else would willingly spend that
long in the company of their spouse…
Six second swallower puts in a sterling perfomance considering
she spent the previous night up to her armpits in a cow’s rear end.
Jeremy manages an entire race without falling over, thanks to the
attentions of his minder.
Once more many thanks to Jellybean and Yorshire Whippet for the
organisation, training and post-race barbecue.
By general agreement, a mankini does not provide sufficient support
for running. Or coverage, which given the cold weather is a tribute
to Jack.
Oh, so it wasn’t a real gorilla after all… Ettles guards his afternoon’s supply of energy drinks.
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