Oh come all ye faithful

Hashers all hungover

Oh come ye, Oh come ye,

To La-aa-aner

Come and hash off your horrible hango-o-ver!

Oh come let us splash shiggy

O-on and On

Sing crowds of hashers

But not too long or loud

Because my bloody head hurts a lot.

Cannot think why

Must be all the fresh air

And my very fast running!!!

Oh come and have a down down

Its ki-ill or cure!!

The poor hares copped what can only be called the hash equivalent of the graveyard shift – day after the Christmas bash. Reasonable turn out all things considered though some hashers noticeable by their absence – no names just initials PMT and SD (sounds like a communicable disease!). Excellent hashing country. Lovely festive hash halt at Carn Marth.

Scores for the hash dunno but should have been lots

Scores for the pub dunno but nice friendly pub

Down Downs – Hares - Slapper and Horny Flasher

Simon – ‘friend’ of Slapper - first hash

Furry – for wearing new shoes and drawing attention to them!! They were also as chavvy as Vicky Pollard’s

Brussel Sprout – for telling everyone she loved them and not just the RA (Skids) who was well pissed off to hear that she had propositioned Shi-ite!

Limpit – for being the DJ of the year.

Sister Soaker – 50 runs (get a life before it’s too late). He also gave his snout and Rizla papers to Brussel.

Hap – for organising a piss-up in a brewery.

Thanks to the hares.

HAPPY NEW YEAR