HULL INAUGURAL HASH
13th - 15th October 2017
Thanks to everyone who provided pictures.
Scrumpy is studying at Hull University and has started up a new Hash so about two dozen Hardy’s Hashers travelled the 300+ miles to support her. There was also support from the Scarborough and Yorkshire Hashes which made it a very enjoyable weekend. Hull is the UK’s 2017 ‘City of Culture’ and the local Hashes toured the many sites of interest.
Some of the Hardy’s Hashers who travelled to Hull on the Thursday had a journey severely delayed by several accidents on the motorways. BOF pictured this sign which was true to its words when he and Organgrinder were soon sitting in their car stationary for an hour playing Eye Spy. Their journey took over eight hours.
FRIDAY EVENING HASH
We gathered at the Paragon Transport Interchange and all piled on a double-decker bus. BOF sulked because he could not sit in the front seat making engine noises as he did as a child. We Hashed from the Gardener’s Arms close to University buildings. In fact the Main and Mini both toured the campus which was impressive.
Gathering and fuelling up for the Hash.
Des-de-Mona adjusts the illuminated false nose that he insisted on wearing.
After explaining the Hash markings, Bones 1 introduces us to BOD who will make several appearances later in this story.
Song Meister Wellie needed Rosie’s illumination to see his script.
Muscrat was uninterested in the singsong as he was cuddling two gorgeous Harriets around the back of the car-park. Both shyly admitted that this was an experience they would never forget.
On the tour of the Hull University Campus the Mini spotted a familiar name.
On the Mini the Hare stopped to point out a house that may have been lived in by Philip Larkin. “Who the f**k is he?” we all chorused. It seems he was a poet famed for having taught at Hull University and having amassed a fine collection of pornography which was discovered after his death - see here for more details including a picture of his pink knickers emblazoned with the message “Do Not Spank”.
Back at the pub we enjoyed a sociable evening, Down! Downs! and a fine buffet.
Bones was helped in the Down! Downs! by BOD. The story behind BOD can be read here and that is why the Hull Hash T-shirts have a drawing of a dead bird called ‘DEAD BOD’.
Here is the corrugated sheeting preserved in a cafe showing the original graffiti of Dead Bod.
We posed for a group photo before setting off on a Hash which visited many of the old and modern places of interest in Hull.
Poor Bookend had been plastered for weeks but released a few days before the Hash.
Scrumpy was given her first ever alcoholic drink. Amazingly she had resisted so far despite the riotous company at Hull University. She eyes the amber liquid cautiously. Will she like it or not?
“Hmmm... Not bad... I could learn to like alcohol”
Explaining the Hash markings.
The first Down! Downs! of the day.
And another Down! Down!
BOD was on hand to regurgitate herring juice from his stomach straight into to a sinner’s mouth.
Here is BOD sharing his gut contents with Kipper.
“I’d rather kiss your arse than drink any more of that!”
SOME SIGHTS OF HULL
William Wilberforce Memorial and Museum
The Tidal Surge Barrier.
An art installation outside the Minster.
Drain must be very short sighted to need to get that close to Cricket’s assets!
There were a lot of fish-related carvings in the streets.
Kipper gives an impromptu lecture on this particular carved fish.
Half an hour later...
Kipper “The breeding habits depend on whether the fish are pelagic, neritic, photic or benthic ..”
Hashers start to drift away.
Some old ruins looking at other old ruins.
The excellent Museum of Streetlife with guardian toad.
The swing bridge between the hotel and the city.
Back at the Lion and Key for Down! Downs!
Kipper must have just told one of his jokes to get that reaction!
“Please, Please, Please Kipper tell us another joke!”
Scrumpy is grasping at straws.
All the Virgins get a drink - amazing to find so many in a university city.
Looks like Scrumpy has given someone the horn and it’s out of control.
SATURDAY EVENING MEAL IN GARBO’S
Des de Mona gave us a demonstration of his acrobatic skills by jumping over tables, walking on handrails and somersaulting on the dance floor.
OUCH! We all winced when he came down astride the rail.
We celebrated Gravelrash’s birthday and she generously put lots of wine on our tables.
Wellie makes a speech explaining the picture on the cake.
Some found the whole evening just too exhausting.
Others just kept on drinking and dancing!
Bookend threw away his crutches and showed us his dancing skills.
Hardy’s Hashers were joined by friends from Yorkshire and Scarborough Hashes.
Gifts for two Hashers were a chocolate willy and a chocolate vagina.
What better than a good beer to wash down chocolate genitals?
A working windmill seen on the Sunday Hash.
On the Sunday around midnight Drain, Cricket, BOF and Organgrinder stepped into the Premier Inn lift and pressed the button to go to reception. Halfway up there was a loud ‘BANG’, the lift stopped then dropped about a floor and stopped. They were trapped. Not panicking they pressed the ‘Alarm’ button which should have put them through to someone in the hotel. All they got was a recorded announcement telling them “This lift is not in action”. Then they panicked!
Eventually Drain got a mobile ‘phone signal and rang the number given for the lift company. Luckily someone answered and they were eventually rescued abut 30 minutes later.
A very scary experience and clearly in breach of Health and Safety Regulations because customers were allowed to use a faulty lift with no alarm button system working.