MYSTERY HALLOWE’EN HASH TO GLASTONBURY
31 October 2015
Pictures taken by BOF and Salmonella
Swatchstika and Buscock followed up their excellent 2014 Mystery Hash to Lyme Regis with a crackingly brilliant trip to Glastonbury.
Well Done Ladies!
We were given the clue ‘Madagascar’ which didn’t give much away. However, in the sweepstake to guess our destination we had several winners who correctly guessed the destination.
The coach driver joined in the fun by going round some roundabouts twice to confuse us.
We caused quite a stir waiting for the coach.
“Please tell me I’ve lost a lot of weight!” pleads Des-de-Mona. Luckily the coach arrived before we had to give an answer.
During the ‘Pass The Parcel’ game BOF had to suck blood from Organgrinder’s neck and it was delicious!
We had a rampant gorilla on board who attempted to ravish the Harriets and mark his territory with his pee. We all found this sight so horrible that Bumblebee was asked to put the gorilla head back on as it was less scary.
Nurse Baps had to stuff as many spooky crispy bits into her mouth as she could in two minutes.
At the comfort stop we terrorised the public.
Love at first bite.
“Me hungry! You Delicious!”
A brilliant paint job for Dilly’s head. Sadly he discovered that it would not wash off and he would have to go to work like this until it wore off.
Kipper was really terrifying everyone until he put his mask on.
After he had applied orange face paint to Gilly he remarked that it was “Working remarkably well as a crack filler!”
I hear that he is now sleeping in the garden shed.
Bandit’s forfeit was to run up and down the coach shouting “I’ve seen a ghost!” as indeed we all had.
MUSCRAT gets a pretty nurse to tend his pet spider.
On arrival at our secret destination - “The Rifleman’s Arms” pub in Glastonbury - we circled up for our instructions. ABO had a stained glass plaque made up in the form of the flag of Madagascar - so that was the meaning of the clue!
Our wonderful organisers of the Mystery Hash.
Off we set up to the chapel on the summit of Glastonbury Tor.
Bluebell makes a sprinting end to the steep climb.
The chapel that stood on the summit of Glastonbury Tor was totally destroyed by an earthquake in 1275. So, we didn’t hang around in case another earthquake happened whilst we were there.
Scrambling down the very steep slope.
Is that a gorilla running up the lane?
On our way back to Glastonbury.
Rampant Rabbit and Jim Jams spin Tibetan prayer wheels. Did their dreams and prayers come true? I’ll report back when they have had their night out with Kipper.
On arrival at the centre of Glastonbury Bumblebee’s gorilla outfit is mistaken for a huge Afghan Hound bitch on heat and he is severely humped. Better wash that suit when you get home Bumble!
Glastonbury is full of weird and wonderful people, shops and graffiti.
And that last one is the weirdest!
The spooky Hallowe’en Orange Bag Race.
Sonic takes a dive exactly like The Cherries defenders are trained to do.
“Come on Bird Flu! Show us what you have got!”
“Oh Dear! Thanks but you can put it away now!”
A last view of Glastonbury Tor.
Back at “The Rifleman’s Arms” for a meal and Down! Downs!
“These trainers are as good as new, Clapper. There are yours for £30. What a bargain!”
Someone puts “The Stripper” on the Juke Box and L’ass over Tit” gets carried away. Luckily (???) she only got her socks off before Tom stopped her.
Organgrinder was suffering from diarrhoea and decided not to run out of toilet paper on the return journey on the coach.
Wellie sings his heart out for the sinners.
BOF’s pictures shows clear evidence of a ghostly emanation from Bumblebee’s ear squirting over Wellie’s ear where it is transformed to green ectoplasm from his neck. Very strange indeed!
Bumblebee looks lasciviously at Buscock’s cleavage whilst Bookend looks on a bit peeved.
Wellie suddenly realises that he has bought along his tax return instead of the Hash Song Book. Neither made any sense to him because he had bought along the wrong glasses as well.
The organisers of our great day out get their reward. Swatchstika muses “I’ve often wondered what alcohol tastes like and now I know. I think I will try it again one day”.
Someone asks Des-de-Mona if he is enjoying his retirement.
Half Mad gets the “Dopey Hat” yet again. This time because he thought Glastonbury Tor was Hardy’s Monument!
Drinking out of shoes - a long tradition and much loved by those who like the taste of Athlete’s Foot ...
...and a hint of Verruca.
We welcomed our Hash Patron - The Cerne Giant - who briefly came to life especially to join our celebrations. His appearance prompted dozen of children in the pub for their Pumpkin Carving Fun Day to ask their parents “Why is that green man carrying a big pair of scissors on a belt around his waist?”
And finally, a toast to the hard-working and tolerant staff of “The Rifleman’s Arms”.