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Hash from The Boot Inn, October 8th 2006 Hares:- Gravelrash and Wellie W
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| Wellie W at the front appears to have lost a "leg end" - and not for the first time in his life! | This scramble down the slope reminded BOF of Doggy sliding down this slope some years ago, out of control and fast with his legs apart. He hurtled towards a tree and - as we gasped in delighted anticipation - he stopped with his legs either side of the tree trunk and with his manhood saved by less than two inches. | |
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| The old railway tunnel. Boring Old Fartie reminisced that, back in 1965, he travelled on a train through this tunnel - the last train from Portland. It was an LMS 5MT 4-6-0 Class with a Stanier boiler and cyclic shut-off valve gear. | Non-Hashers are given priority. | The oldest and most haunted pub in Weymouth. The screams and wailing from Hashers at closing time chills the blood and requires one last pint of Tangle Foot before setting off to their loved ones. |
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| Cyclopath and Hare Brain announced that their second child is on the way. Cyclopath smugly takes all the credit for his small part in the process (a VERY small part so Hare Brain told BOF in strict confidence!) and relaxes with a pint to leave Hare Brain to complete the gestation and birthing process. | Mike from the USA learns of an ancient English Hashing custom - drinking a pint of the Hares' pee. Well, his ancestors shouldn't have thrown all that tea into Boston Harbour - sorry! - Harbor! | Gravelrash apologizes for snapping the 'Prick of the Week' into two pieces - she was trying to work out where the batteries went. |
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| RC STILL hasn't found her lost knickers and makes another appeal for their return. | An identical pair of knickers has appeared on eBay as shown above. So you Hashers know what to look for. | Cyclopath drinks at a steady pace so as not to embarrass our ex-Colonial friend. Mike is certainly taking his time savouring the delights of Hardy's Hash Hare Pee. |