BEGIN:VCALENDAR VERSION:2.0 PRODID:-//wp-events-plugin.com//7.2.3.1//EN TZID:Europe/London X-WR-TIMEZONE:Europe/London BEGIN:VEVENT UID:114@sh4.org.uk DTSTART;TZID=Europe/London:20171101T193000 DTEND;TZID=Europe/London:20171101T223000 DTSTAMP:20171106T224922Z URL:https://www.sh4.org.uk/events/hash-1108-agpu/ SUMMARY:South Hams H4 Hash 1108 and AGPU - Cottage Hotel DESCRIPTION:Come and celebrate another wonderful year of hashing with SH4\; the best hash IN THE WORLD\, give ourselves a pat on the back for not get ting lost/washed away/physically or psychologically scarred despite the be st efforts of the all the hares. Run\, eat\, drink\, and raise a glass to the committee\; thank them for their sterling efforts and elect\, or re-el ect officers to their various posts. Then go home\, and try to get a life. .. :)\n\n \;\n\nThe words: Squash Balls started with a lament about th e youth of today not getting the significance of Halloween\, and how we sh ould all be thankful for “Jesus slaying that pumpkin!” This lead to ta lk of not for profit atheist organizations\, and the over commercializatio n by Americans of the Scottish tradition of Halloween.\n\nBirthday wishes were given to Piddler and Nice Buns\, despite Nice Buns trying to hide the occurrence! On the hash Whisper and Re-entry did the long properly\, and ignored the crosses in the church Graveyard\, leading to many puns on Squa sh balls part. Flage-No-Lay had a spiritual moment on the hash and spent s ome time seeking out bright lights\, only to be disappointed by the realis ation that the bright lights were in fact hashers and not spiritual enligh tenment. Squash balls spun a long tale starting in wreckers and ending wit h “lichtenstein saves nine”\, I still don’t get it?\n\nDown Downs we re given to filth and Olive for laying the hash\, Flage for acting like a moth\, Bellend for having once had a phone contract in the name of Mr A Go d\, Piddler and Nice Buns for their birthdays. On on to Gooly and Ging Gan s Bonfire night Hash at the Journeys End in Kingsbridge...\n\nNow for a bi t of fun\, have you ever wondered what would happen if the worlds of HS4 c ollided with Harry Potter? Well\, if you're sure -- better be HS4!" Boaty Mc Boat Face heard the hat shout the last word to the whole hall. He took off the hat and walked shakily toward the HS4 table. He was so relieved to have been chosen and not put in Plympton\, he hardly noticed that he was getting the loudest cheer yet. Sushi the Prefect got up and shook his hand vigorously\, while the Weasley twins yelled\, "We got Potter! We got Pott er!" Boaty Mc Boat Face sat down opposite the ghost in the ruff he'd seen earlier. The ghost patted his arm\, giving Boaty Mc Boat Face the sudden\, horrible feeling he'd just plunged it into a bucket of ice-cold water. He could see the High Table properly now.\n\nAt the end nearest him sat Bell End\, who caught his eye and gave him the thumbs up. Boaty Mc Boat Face g rinned back. And there\, in the center of the High Table\, in a large gold chair\, sat Albus Gooly. Boaty Mc Boat Face recognized him at once from t he card he'd gotten out of the Chocolate Frog on the train. Gooly's silver hair was the only thing in the whole hall that shone as brightly as the g hosts. Boaty Mc Boat Face spotted Professor Overshot\, too\, the nervous y oung man from the Leaky Cauldron. He was looking very peculiar in a large purple turban. And now there were only three people left to be sorted. "Th omas\, Dean\," a Black boy even taller than Ron\, joined Boaty Mc Boat Fac e at the HS4 table. "Turpin\, Lisa\," became a Ravenclaw and then it was R on's turn. He was pale green by now. Boaty Mc Boat Face crossed his finger s under the table and a second later the hat had shouted\, "HS4!" Boaty Mc Boat Face clapped loudly with the rest as Balls Deep collapsed into the c hair next to him. "Well done\, Balls Deep \, excellent\," said Sushi Weasl ey Pompously across Boaty Mc Boat Face as "Zabini\, Blaise\," was made a P lympton.\n\nProfessor Traffic Jam rolled up her scroll and took the Sortin g Hat away. Boaty Mc Boat Face looked down at his empty gold plate. He had only just realized how hungry he was. The pumpkin pasties seemed ages ago . Albus Gooly had gotten to his feet. He was beaming at the students\, his arms opened wide\, as if nothing could have pleased him more than to see them all there. "Welcome\," he said. "Welcome to a new year at Hogwarts! B efore we begin our banquet\, I would like to say a few words. And here the y are: Nitwit! Blubber! Oddment! Tweak! "Thank you!" He sat back down. Eve rybody clapped and cheered. Boaty Mc Boat Face didn't know whether to laug h or not. "Is he -- a bit mad?" he asked Sushi uncertainly. "Mad?" said Su shi airily. "He's a genius! Best wizard in the world! But he is a bit mad\ , yes. Potatoes\, Boaty Mc Boat Face?" Boaty Mc Boat Face's mouth fell ope n. The dishes in front of him were now piled with food. He had never seen so many things he liked to eat on one table: roast beef\, roast chicken\, pork chops and lamb chops\, sausages\, bacon and steak\, boiled potatoes\, roast potatoes\, fries\, Yorkshire pudding\, peas\, carrots\, gravy\, ket chup\, and\, for some strange reason\, peppermint humbugs. The Dursleys ha d never exactly starved Boaty Mc Boat Face\, but he'd never been allowed t o eat as much as he liked. U Bend had always taken anything that Boaty Mc Boat Face really wanted\, even if It made him sick. Boaty Mc Boat Face pil ed his plate with a bit of everything except the peppermints and began to eat. It was all delicious. "That does look good\," said the ghost in the r uff sadly\, watching Boaty Mc Boat Face cut up his steak\, "Can't you --?" I haven't eaten for nearly four hundred years\," said the ghost. "I don't need to\, of course\, but one does miss it. I don't think I've introduced myself? Sir Dimwit de Mimsy-Porpington at your service. Resident ghost of HS4 Tower." "I know who you are!" said Balls Deep suddenly. "My brothers told me about you -- you're Nearly Headless Dimwit!" "I would prefer you t o call me Sir Dimwit de Mimsy --" the ghost began stiffly\, but sandy-hair ed Marty Finnigan interrupted. "Nearly Headless? How can you be nearly hea dless?" Sir Dimwit looked extremely miffed\, as if their little chat wasn' t going at all the way he wanted. "Like this\," he said irritably. He seiz ed his left ear and pulled. His whole head swung off his neck and fell ont o his shoulder as if it was on a hinge. Someone had obviously tried to beh ead him\, but not done it properly. Looking pleased at the stunned looks o n their faces\, Nearly Headless Dimwit flipped his head back onto his neck \, coughed\, and said\, "So -- new HS4s! I hope you're going to help us wi n the house championship this year? HS4s have never gone so long without w inning. Plymptons have got the cup six years in a row! The Bloody Baron's becoming almost unbearable -- he's the Plympton ghost." Boaty Mc Boat Face looked over at the Plympton table and saw a horrible ghost sitting there\ , with blank staring eyes\, a gaunt face\, and robes stained with silver b lood. He was right next to Arse So who\, Boaty Mc Boat Face was pleased to see\, didn't look too pleased with the seating arrangements. "How did he get covered in blood?" asked Marty with great interest. "I've never asked\ ," said Nearly Headless Dimwit delicately. When everyone had eaten as much as they could\, the remains of the food faded from the plates\, leaving t hem sparkling clean as before. A moment later the desserts appeared. Block s of ice cream in every flavor you could think of\, apple pies\, treacle t arts\, chocolate eclairs and jam doughnuts\, trifle\, strawberries\, Jell- O\, rice pudding -- " As Boaty Mc Boat Face helped himself to a treacle ta rt\, the talk turned to their families. "I'm half-and-half\," said Marty. "Me dad's a Muggle. Mom didn't tell him she was a witch 'til after they we re married. Bit of a nasty shock for him." The others laughed - Come and c elebrate another wonderful year of hashing with SH4\; the best hash IN THE WORLD\, give ourselves a pat on the back for not getting lost/washed away /physically or psychologically scarred despite the best efforts of the all the hares. Run\, eat\, drink\, and raise a glass to the committee\; thank them for their sterling efforts and elect\, or re-elect officers to their various posts. Then go home\, and try to get a life... :)\n\n \;\n\nT he words: Squash Balls started with a lament about the youth of today not getting the significance of Halloween\, and how we should all be thankful for “Jesus slaying that pumpkin!” This lead to talk of not for profit atheist organizations\, and the over commercialization by Americans of the Scottish tradition of Halloween.\n\nBirthday wishes were given to Piddler and Nice Buns\, despite Nice Buns trying to hide the occurrence! On the h ash Whisper and Re-entry did the long properly\, and ignored the crosses i n the church Graveyard\, leading to many puns on Squash balls part. Flage- No-Lay had a spiritual moment on the hash and spent some time seeking out bright lights\, only to be disappointed by the realisation that the bright lights were in fact hashers and not spiritual enlightenment. Squash balls spun a long tale starting in wreckers and ending with “lichtenstein sav es nine”\, I still don’t get it?\n\nDown Downs were given to filth and Olive for laying the hash\, Flage for acting like a moth\, Bellend for ha ving once had a phone contract in the name of Mr A God\, Piddler and Nice Buns for their birthdays. On on to Gooly and Ging Gans Bonfire night Hash at the Journeys End in Kingsbridge...\n\nNow for a bit of fun\, have you e ver wondered what would happen if the worlds of HS4 collided with Harry Po tter? Well\, if you're sure -- better be HS4!" Boaty Mc Boat Face heard th e hat shout the last word to the whole hall. He took off the hat and walke d shakily toward the HS4 table. He was so relieved to have been chosen and not put in Plympton\, he hardly noticed that he was getting the loudest c heer yet. Sushi the Prefect got up and shook his hand vigorously\, while t he Weasley twins yelled\, "We got Potter! We got Potter!" Boaty Mc Boat Fa ce sat down opposite the ghost in the ruff he'd seen earlier. The ghost pa tted his arm\, giving Boaty Mc Boat Face the sudden\, horrible feeling he' d just plunged it into a bucket of ice-cold water. He could see the High T able properly now.\n\nAt the end nearest him sat Bell End\, who caught his eye and gave him the thumbs up. Boaty Mc Boat Face grinned back. And ther e\, in the center of the High Table\, in a large gold chair\, sat Albus Go oly. Boaty Mc Boat Face recognized him at once from the card he'd gotten o ut of the Chocolate Frog on the train. Gooly's silver hair was the only th ing in the whole hall that shone as brightly as the ghosts. Boaty Mc Boat Face spotted Professor Overshot\, too\, the nervous young man from the Lea ky Cauldron. He was looking very peculiar in a large purple turban. And no w there were only three people left to be sorted. "Thomas\, Dean\," a Blac k boy even taller than Ron\, joined Boaty Mc Boat Face at the HS4 table. " Turpin\, Lisa\," became a Ravenclaw and then it was Ron's turn. He was pal e green by now. Boaty Mc Boat Face crossed his fingers under the table and a second later the hat had shouted\, "HS4!" Boaty Mc Boat Face clapped lo udly with the rest as Balls Deep collapsed into the chair next to him. "We ll done\, Balls Deep \, excellent\," said Sushi Weasley Pompously across B oaty Mc Boat Face as "Zabini\, Blaise\," was made a Plympton.\n\nProfessor Traffic Jam rolled up her scroll and took the Sorting Hat away. Boaty Mc Boat Face looked down at his empty gold plate. He had only just realized h ow hungry he was. The pumpkin pasties seemed ages ago. Albus Gooly had got ten to his feet. He was beaming at the students\, his arms opened wide\, a s if nothing could have pleased him more than to see them all there. "Welc ome\," he said. "Welcome to a new year at Hogwarts! Before we begin our ba nquet\, I would like to say a few words. And here they are: Nitwit! Blubbe r! Oddment! Tweak! "Thank you!" He sat back down. Everybody clapped and ch eered. Boaty Mc Boat Face didn't know whether to laugh or not. "Is he -- a bit mad?" he asked Sushi uncertainly. "Mad?" said Sushi airily. "He's a g enius! Best wizard in the world! But he is a bit mad\, yes. Potatoes\, Boa ty Mc Boat Face?" Boaty Mc Boat Face's mouth fell open. The dishes in fron t of him were now piled with food. He had never seen so many things he lik ed to eat on one table: roast beef\, roast chicken\, pork chops and lamb c hops\, sausages\, bacon and steak\, boiled potatoes\, roast potatoes\, fri es\, Yorkshire pudding\, peas\, carrots\, gravy\, ketchup\, and\, for some strange reason\, peppermint humbugs. The Dursleys had never exactly starv ed Boaty Mc Boat Face\, but he'd never been allowed to eat as much as he l iked. U Bend had always taken anything that Boaty Mc Boat Face really want ed\, even if It made him sick. Boaty Mc Boat Face piled his plate with a b it of everything except the peppermints and began to eat. It was all delic ious. "That does look good\," said the ghost in the ruff sadly\, watching Boaty Mc Boat Face cut up his steak\, "Can't you --?" I haven't eaten for nearly four hundred years\," said the ghost. "I don't need to\, of course\ , but one does miss it. I don't think I've introduced myself? Sir Dimwit d e Mimsy-Porpington at your service. Resident ghost of HS4 Tower." "I know who you are!" said Balls Deep suddenly. "My brothers told me about you -- you're Nearly Headless Dimwit!" "I would prefer you to call me Sir Dimwit de Mimsy --" the ghost began stiffly\, but sandy-haired Marty Finnigan int errupted. "Nearly Headless? How can you be nearly headless?" Sir Dimwit lo oked extremely miffed\, as if their little chat wasn't going at all the wa y he wanted. "Like this\," he said irritably. He seized his left ear and p ulled. His whole head swung off his neck and fell onto his shoulder as if it was on a hinge. Someone had obviously tried to behead him\, but not don e it properly. Looking pleased at the stunned looks on their faces\, Nearl y Headless Dimwit flipped his head back onto his neck\, coughed\, and said \, "So -- new HS4s! I hope you're going to help us win the house champions hip this year? HS4s have never gone so long without winning. Plymptons hav e got the cup six years in a row! The Bloody Baron's becoming almost unbea rable -- he's the Plympton ghost." Boaty Mc Boat Face looked over at the P lympton table and saw a horrible ghost sitting there\, with blank staring eyes\, a gaunt face\, and robes stained with silver blood. He was right ne xt to Arse So who\, Boaty Mc Boat Face was pleased to see\, didn't look to o pleased with the seating arrangements. "How did he get covered in blood? " asked Marty with great interest. "I've never asked\," said Nearly Headle ss Dimwit delicately. When everyone had eaten as much as they could\, the remains of the food faded from the plates\, leaving them sparkling clean a s before. A moment later the desserts appeared. Blocks of ice cream in eve ry flavor you could think of\, apple pies\, treacle tarts\, chocolate ecla irs and jam doughnuts\, trifle\, strawberries\, Jell-O\, rice pudding -- " As Boaty Mc Boat Face helped himself to a treacle tart\, the talk turned to their families. "I'm half-and-half\," said Marty. "Me dad's a Muggle. M om didn't tell him she was a witch 'til after they were married. Bit of a nasty shock for him." The others laughed CATEGORIES:Hash Trails LOCATION:Cottage Hotel The Cottage Hotel\, Hope Cove\, Devon\, TQ7 3HJ GEO:50.244584494448254;-3.858140765606663 X-APPLE-STRUCTURED-LOCATION;VALUE=URI;X-ADDRESS=The Cottage Hotel\, Hope Co ve\, Devon\, TQ7 3HJ\, United Kingdom;X-APPLE-RADIUS=100;X-TITLE=Cottage H otel:geo:50.244584494448254,-3.858140765606663 END:VEVENT BEGIN:VTIMEZONE TZID:Europe/London X-LIC-LOCATION:Europe/London BEGIN:STANDARD DTSTART:20171029T010000 TZOFFSETFROM:+0100 TZOFFSETTO:+0000 TZNAME:GMT END:STANDARD END:VTIMEZONE END:VCALENDAR