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:205@sh4.org.uk DTSTART;TZID=Europe/London:20190109T193000 DTEND;TZID=Europe/London:20190109T230000 DTSTAMP:20191112T214203Z URL:https://www.sh4.org.uk/events/hash-1179/ SUMMARY:South Hams H4 Hash 1179 - First & Last Bistro DESCRIPTION:\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\nThe Words Hash 1179\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n \n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\nFellow Incubi and Sucubi\,\n\nAnd so it came to pass t hat on the Feast day of St. Julian of Antioch that the Accolytes of the He athen clan of SH4 had purpose to gather at that place of ill repute\, the aptly named First And Last Bistro located in that loci of lavicious libidi nouness\, AKA Ermington.\n\nGrand Maester Overshot called the assembled th rong to order\, never mind Winter is Coming\, it was already here with the mercury struggling to achieve a positive reading. Much muttering ensued a s Overshot tried to school the restive rabble with witty words and amusing anecdotes. Mostly\, these fell on stony ground. There were some Virgins w ho had been introduced to the Craft by various acquaintances adept in the arts of grooming and fluffing. Visitors from Haldon Hash were welcomed as well as the almost ever present Plymptonians. Of possible interest to futu re RA's was the arrival of a new young lad who was a follower of another f orm of off road running\, Orienteering\, also known as "Cunning Running". Being of small stature\, an obvious name was heard to be whispered amongst the gathered hordes of Mephistopheles.\n\nNotices were given and despite a time worn tradition of ascribing the Scribe for the evening's Words alp habetically by nature of their last names\, the sought after "J" (Jerk) wa s somehow transformed into a "T" (The Jerk). So your correspondent was cho sen by mob rule with slight regard to the conventions of our formerly este emed group. I can only imagine the struggle I'm going to have when "T" com es around. My protestations of "I've already done them on J" will surely f all on deaf ears! First world problems...\n\nArch Deamon Jyde performed so me incantations extolling the virtues of self reliance and personal respon sibility for those crossing the formerly uncharted fields of Farmer Giles. There was to be some small amount of sweeping of the stragglers\, but not of any great measure\, only those who'd done the shortest of short cuts t hrough to the Cyder Stoppe would be saved from a night wandering the pastu res and side roads of the district should they stray from the path. The De vil could (and did) take the hindmost.\n\nSo the Shorts went left and the Longs went right and the emptying car park echoed to the receding sound of yapping hell hounds (well\, mainly Ollie) straining at their leashes and the laboured breathing of the Hasherati. The trail had been described as b eing "quite roady" at the outset\, never a truer word was spoken in jest ( or otherwise)\, it seemed that the off road sections (of admittedly new fi elds) provided all to brief short cuts linking up the extensive network of narrow lanes and devil's pathways that cross and recross the Erme Valley. Tonight\, we ran on most of them.\n\nThe cold night air was enriched by t he glittering lights of Hasher's head torches and countless Stars above. I n fact there was much of Astronomical interest on the Hash\, Fallen Angels Barachiel and Selaphiel (FlageNoLay and Sticky Bush) were mentioned in terrible tales of Full Moon apperitions and sightings of a couple of golde n meteor showers.\n\nOn the way around\, excited members of the Skiers sub group (Myself and Sticky Bush) were discussing the protective head gear t o be worn on the trip\, hers was a "lovely shade of blue"\, mine a "matte black"\, Boaty McBoatface chimed in that at the moment "My helmet is small and blue". The perils of Hashing in the cold.\n\nSome of the FRBs got the mselves all in a state\, so busy trying to "Win The Hash" that they went w rong and added even more road miles (another 2 apparently) to the night's already heavy tarmac total. One even took to Social media to castigate fel low FRBs for leading him astray. If Bee Flicker (or is it Beef Licker?) ca rries on with this behaviour\, it'll be curtains for him!\n\nFurther FRB w hining from Overshot who got left at the wrong end of a steep hill in a fi eld by the Hasher soon to be known by all as "Tor's Daddy" (The Words pass im). There may have been some "Back of the Pack" shenanigans from the perp etual 'Lantern Rouge' duo of Lo'Tarse and Barberella\, who despite claimin g to have done the long were overtaken by myself on at least two occasions . Still\, they made it to the Cyder Stoppe well ahead of the misled FRBs a nd it has to be said\, from the right direction\, so there's probably meth od to their meanderings.\n\nBack in the Bistro\, talk on one table turned to post Hash rituals\, a number were extolling the luxury of having a show er and slipping in between freshly laundered sheets. Rusty Bottom recounte d that her preference was fresh smelling wind dried laundry\, she's not al one as many Hashers are reported to blow off in their sheet.\n\nDown Downs were awarded to\;\n40th Birthday for Marty\nWelcome back Tiffany\nShe's R eady for surviving being slam dunked under a gate by Reentry\nHekkle - Har e\nJyde - Hare\nVirgin Hasher - A new knitting circle (friend of Twisted S ister)\n\nOn On to Church House Inn\, Harberton\n\nThe Jerk 😈\n\n\n\n\ n\n\n - \n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\nThe Words Hash 1179\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\ n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\nFellow Incubi and Sucubi\,\n\nAnd so it came to pass that on the Feast day of St. Julian of Antioch that the Accolytes of the Heath en clan of SH4 had purpose to gather at that place of ill repute\, the apt ly named First And Last Bistro located in that loci of lavicious libidinou ness\, AKA Ermington.\n\nGrand Maester Overshot called the assembled thron g to order\, never mind Winter is Coming\, it was already here with the me rcury struggling to achieve a positive reading. Much muttering ensued as O vershot tried to school the restive rabble with witty words and amusing an ecdotes. Mostly\, these fell on stony ground. There were some Virgins who had been introduced to the Craft by various acquaintances adept in the art s of grooming and fluffing. Visitors from Haldon Hash were welcomed as wel l as the almost ever present Plymptonians. Of possible interest to future RA's was the arrival of a new young lad who was a follower of another form of off road running\, Orienteering\, also known as "Cunning Running". Bei ng of small stature\, an obvious name was heard to be whispered amongst th e gathered hordes of Mephistopheles.\n\nNotices were given and despite a time worn tradition of ascribing the Scribe for the evening's Words alphab etically by nature of their last names\, the sought after "J" (Jerk) was s omehow transformed into a "T" (The Jerk). So your correspondent was chosen by mob rule with slight regard to the conventions of our formerly esteeme d group. I can only imagine the struggle I'm going to have when "T" comes around. My protestations of "I've already done them on J" will surely fall on deaf ears! First world problems...\n\nArch Deamon Jyde performed some incantations extolling the virtues of self reliance and personal responsib ility for those crossing the formerly uncharted fields of Farmer Giles. Th ere was to be some small amount of sweeping of the stragglers\, but not of any great measure\, only those who'd done the shortest of short cuts thro ugh to the Cyder Stoppe would be saved from a night wandering the pastures and side roads of the district should they stray from the path. The Devil could (and did) take the hindmost.\n\nSo the Shorts went left and the Lon gs went right and the emptying car park echoed to the receding sound of ya pping hell hounds (well\, mainly Ollie) straining at their leashes and the laboured breathing of the Hasherati. The trail had been described as bein g "quite roady" at the outset\, never a truer word was spoken in jest (or otherwise)\, it seemed that the off road sections (of admittedly new field s) provided all to brief short cuts linking up the extensive network of na rrow lanes and devil's pathways that cross and recross the Erme Valley. To night\, we ran on most of them.\n\nThe cold night air was enriched by the glittering lights of Hasher's head torches and countless Stars above. In f act there was much of Astronomical interest on the Hash\, Fallen Angels Ba rachiel and Selaphiel (FlageNoLay and Sticky Bush) were mentioned in ter rible tales of Full Moon apperitions and sightings of a couple of golden m eteor showers.\n\nOn the way around\, excited members of the Skiers sub gr oup (Myself and Sticky Bush) were discussing the protective head gear to b e worn on the trip\, hers was a "lovely shade of blue"\, mine a "matte bla ck"\, Boaty McBoatface chimed in that at the moment "My helmet is small an d blue". The perils of Hashing in the cold.\n\nSome of the FRBs got themse lves all in a state\, so busy trying to "Win The Hash" that they went wron g and added even more road miles (another 2 apparently) to the night's alr eady heavy tarmac total. One even took to Social media to castigate fellow FRBs for leading him astray. If Bee Flicker (or is it Beef Licker?) carri es on with this behaviour\, it'll be curtains for him!\n\nFurther FRB whin ing from Overshot who got left at the wrong end of a steep hill in a field by the Hasher soon to be known by all as "Tor's Daddy" (The Words passim) . There may have been some "Back of the Pack" shenanigans from the perpetu al 'Lantern Rouge' duo of Lo'Tarse and Barberella\, who despite claiming t o have done the long were overtaken by myself on at least two occasions. S till\, they made it to the Cyder Stoppe well ahead of the misled FRBs and it has to be said\, from the right direction\, so there's probably method to their meanderings.\n\nBack in the Bistro\, talk on one table turned to post Hash rituals\, a number were extolling the luxury of having a shower and slipping in between freshly laundered sheets. Rusty Bottom recounted t hat her preference was fresh smelling wind dried laundry\, she's not alone as many Hashers are reported to blow off in their sheet.\n\nDown Downs we re awarded to\;\n40th Birthday for Marty\nWelcome back Tiffany\nShe's Read y for surviving being slam dunked under a gate by Reentry\nHekkle - Hare\n Jyde - Hare\nVirgin Hasher - A new knitting circle (friend of Twisted Sist er)\n\nOn On to Church House Inn\, Harberton\n\nThe Jerk 😈\n\n\n\n\n\n \n CATEGORIES:Hash Trails LOCATION:First & Last Bistro The First &\; Last \, Ermington\, Devon\, P L21 9NJ GEO:50.36297;-3.914945 X-APPLE-STRUCTURED-LOCATION;VALUE=URI;X-ADDRESS=The First & Last \, Ermingt on\, Devon\, PL21 9NJ\, United Kingdom;X-APPLE-RADIUS=100;X-TITLE=First & Last Bistro:geo:50.36297,-3.914945 END:VEVENT BEGIN:VTIMEZONE TZID:Europe/London X-LIC-LOCATION:Europe/London BEGIN:STANDARD DTSTART:20181028T010000 TZOFFSETFROM:+0100 TZOFFSETTO:+0000 TZNAME:GMT END:STANDARD END:VTIMEZONE END:VCALENDAR