Hash 1117


7:30 pm - 11:00 pm


Oxen Cove Car Park
Brixham, Brixham, Devon
Hares: Fallen Woman & Rabid
What 3 Words: lovely.classmate.thrusters

Event Type

Every who down in whoville liked Christmas a lot…
But the Grinch who lived just North of Whoville, did NOT!
The Grinch hated Christmas, the whole Christmas season!
Now, please don’t ask why. No one quite knows the reason.
It could be his head wasn’t screwed on right.
It could be, perhaps, that his shoes were too tight.
Bit I think that the most likely reason of all.
May have been that his heart was two sizes too small.

A merry bunch of hash christmateers descended on Brixham harbour, full glittery, pointy hats, elf suited and Santas by the dozen, all welcomed by Overshot. Two virgin visitors stood forward amongst the hobgoblin chat. The Grinch didn’t reveal itself. Hares, Glam Santa Fallen Woman and cheeky Elf Rabid set the stage, maybe on the left, maybe on the right, thats for the views and the flour. Oohs and ahs were muttered, as a stop was expected for the mulled cider.

The crowd set off, Rizzo was nearly left “behind”, Brixham was a twinling town, the tide was in, the fairy lights on, the boats bobbed in the harbour. Up hill, down hill, through the secret stairways, indeed a good grotto. It was an occasion for Piddler to do a spot of window shopping, some would say peeping; Oh yes he did, oh no he didn’t bayed the crowd. U-bend added to the sparkly lights as his new flourescent trainers shone out…kept that quiet didn’t he…Jyde was also sparkling bright, but is it really true that he wears his lycra all night? Piltdown man was sent down reverse checks by those naughty elfin FRB’s-no presents for them this year. The virgin visitors dressed as people showed potential, shortcutting to be at the front. The snow was fluttering down as we approached a welcome cider stop on the quayside, the bay views across to tinsel town Torquay.

Back to the resplendent chalet perched on the hill, views of the harbour, christmas baubles and dazzling trees all round. Traditional seafaring supper has been ordered, a couple of spuds and five fishes went a very long way, and thirst quenched with liquor for good cheer-a splendidly jolly occasion. RA Santa Goolie silenced all his christmas helpers, a rounding up of misdemeanour and a yard of ale for down downs awarded to: Fallen Woman, Jyde, Rizzo nominated Frenchie, who nominated…Overshot, U-bend, Goolie, virgin man, Lo-tarse, , Piltdown Man, Piddler, Big Bird, Tim, Boaty…the deck was awash.

Merry Xmas and Big Family Love to friends absent and present from all at Hash Whoville. THANK YOU to Fallen Woman and Broken Man for their generous hospitality.

And the Grinch thought of something he hadn’t before!
Maybe Christmas, he thought, doesn’t come from a store.
Maybe Christmas…perhaps means a little bit more!