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*Before I start, as there has been talk amongst the pack of my downgrade, I would like to go on record and say I have never called myself Lord Overshot and this has been a title bestowed on me by others. Maybe I am not worthy anymore: that’s ok – I am perfectly happy with being known plain and simply as Overshot. However, for the purposes of these words, and the first and last jokes, I have upgraded my title.
Hash 1570 – STAVERTON
Another week and another 7 days and nights of rain couldn’t deter the brave (or foolish), and Nice Buns*, from circling up outside the aptly-named Sea Trout. We all knew we wouldn’t get washed away as we had a Boaty with us, despite the river being in spate (word [Ed. I’m going to go out on a limb here and argue that two words is a phrase…] of the night, apparently, according to the RA).
* Nice Buns is determined to banish the name for herself that she only comes when dry. [Ed. I’m not going anywhere near that one!]
After slagging off Undercovers for poor parking, our now-downgraded GM, Private Blown Off, called us together for a quick pep talk and instructions from the consultant hare**, Squaddie Squashed Balls, and then we were sent off into the Wetlands of Staverton.
** We never knew who the real hare was. Perhaps a scapegoat in waiting if the hash was true to nature and went wrong?
Credit to the consultant hare, Squaddie, as it had been awful weather and he had to suffer an exploding rucksack incident and had to ditch the bag in the Station bin*** but laid lots of marks to guide us around.
*** I saw on the late news when I got home that the bomb squad had now declared the Station safe and lifted all cordons after a controlled explosion. Good job it wasn’t left in a cheese shop as you would have seen da brie everywhere. [Ed. have you been standing next to WGAS again, Overshot?]
Off the pack went, turning right and slip-sliding up a hilly field. It was too much for Jamie, (Blown Off’s cousin) who went early, falling over and getting plastered in shiggy. He was so embarrassed (or feared that he would get named [Ed. one day very soon, on that basis…!]) that he missed the On Down and went home. Shaggy didn’t fall over, despite my attempts to push her over (I needed content for the words, you know [Ed. so resourceful…]). Surprisingly, there weren’t any other fallers [Ed. or so they’d have you believe…].
We were treated to an abundance of checks, compared to the previous hash, which kept Gaffer happy **** (3 in total on the Longs) and there were even more arrows for us to enjoy.
**** [Insert definition of ‘happy’ here.]
Boaty, though, overshot one of said arrows and ran an extra half mile before being called back by Nice Buns. Nice Buns was particularly chatty on the hash, making sure everyone knew she was there in the rain, and was overheard boasting about her impressive bullocks [Ed. well, as ‘they’ say’, if you’ve got it…!].
The consultant hare had promised there would be various marks for the Shorts, in particular a VSS, a SS, a SSS and a SAS. Good Shag, baffled by them all, opted for the SOS and ended up only running 3 miles. The hare may have also got a bit of water in his brain and got distances all mixed up. The Long was 4.6 miles, Lowt’arse running in her birthday suit [Ed. save your scandalised expression; read to the end…], managed 5.94 (didn’t specify miles or km). The Shorts were 4.5 miles and the Walkers didn’t get back until 9.30pm, so God knows where they went.
Yeuck and Nokkers did the Super Short and, confused by a V sign, were halfway to Berry Pomeroy before Squaddie, haring in his car, turned them back.
Badcock also got in late, claiming that he was just taking it easy [Ed. totally plausible. I mean, who wouldn’t want to take their time to luxuriate in all that shiggy out on the trail?]; he must have made a major cock-up and got lost but wouldn’t admit to it. For this, he gains a new title and will forever more be known as Major Badcock.
Dulux missed the hash and went straight to the pub [Ed. textbook hashing! New high score for Dulux!]. She had to come and get her yellow paint***** back from Squaddie.
*****Information for members of the hash unable to attend: the trail is permanently marked in yellow site marker paint, so you can run it in your own time. However, we expect it won’t last long before Devon County Council tarmac over.
All back safely in the pub, Can’t Come was embarrassed to give his name when ordering chips. The landlord would not accept Ching Chong as his answer. Can’t Come was also heard to be offering get down services ****** in Bridgewater.
****** more a note for me to check out. (I would say rather like Sleaford Mods?) [Ed. what you do in your own time as a High Overlord is your affair; not sure it’s my cup of (vitriol-flavoured) tea…]
I was praying for no birthdays as the landlord had put his little puppy to sleep in a box [Ed. not a euphemism 👀] in the middle of bar that we were gathered in. Alas, there was a birthday, but the young canine – sensing this – started barking in advance and was safely removed to a quieter corner of the pub.
Despite Twisted Sister forgetting her mother’s special day (and being sent to the dog house for this [Ed. except she didn’t. So she wasn’t, really. But why let the truth stand in the way of a good – or even mediocre – story etc. etc.]) we all sang Happy Birthday to Lowt’arse on her 40th year anniversary.
Olive, the RA for the night, regaled Valentine horror stories that will never be erased from our memories, in particular Gaffer, Yeuck, a four poster bed, Scones and some buttery pancakes. (I may have got my notes mixed up with the Fat club bit…)
There was a naming! ‘Under the radar’ Sally, ‘always quiet’, always wears ‘short shorts’ was named Hot Pants.
The pub was thanked and Down Downs awarded to:
Squaddie Squashed Balls – on behalf of the real, unnamed hare.
Gaffer and Yeuck – for romantic shenanigans
Lowt’arse – Birthday girl
Twisted Sister– For [Ed. being wrongly accused of] forgetting birthday.
Hot Pants – Sally, for being named
On to SOUTH BRENT next week for Sergeant Major Willy Waiver, Major Badcock and Corporal Keeps Tripping’s Hash.
On On Over……………….shot
Photo credit: High Overlord (for one week only) Overshot
🏃 📸 🍻 You can enjoy a couple more photos from the Staverton hash on 18th February 2026 by checking out the Hash 1570 photo album on the SH4 Facebook page. 🏃 📸 🍻
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Next SH4 Hash 🐷👣:
HASH 1571 – 25th February, 2026
CIRCLE UP 7.25pm
Station car park, TQ10 9BG
Https://what3words.com/showering.reassured.shuttled
ON DOWN:
Station House, TQ109BE
Https://what3words.com/constants.trifle.incurring
Hares: Badcock, Keeps Tripping, Willy Waiver.
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For more info, please see the Hash 1571 event page on the SH4 Facebook Group.
Add your photos of how the evening went down (on Weds 18th February, 2026) to the Hash 1571 photo album on SH4’s Facebook page.
📝 If you are the lucky Scribe at SOUTH BRENT on 25th February, please submit your edition of The Words to thewords@sh4.org.uk by Sunday evening (1st March, 2026) – TVM! 📝
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SH4 ‘EALTH & SAFETY
Please make a note of the SH4 hash phone number and add it to your phone:
🌟 SH4 hash phone number: 07922 103701 🌟
Use this number to call for assistance if you come ‘unstuck’ out on the trail, or need to get a message to ‘base camp’ (On Down) during the run.
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Don’t forget to see Rusty Bottom before the hash to log you out on trail using the new-fangled checking-out/checking-in app (developed by our very own digital-wizard, Whisperer).
Don’t forget to also check back in with Rusty once you’re safely back.
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SH4 MercHASHdise
Show your love for SH4 and wear your membership proudly with a bespoke SH4 car sticker!
Available exclusively to SH4 members (and, to be fair, anyone else who wants one…) for the bargain sum of £0.50 ea., you can afford one for every vehicle in your fleet! 😊
See a member of the committee at the next hash meet to get yours.
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