Hash 1610

Storm Barra was looming and had already battered the poor Irish to a pulpy headless stout. We had skipped 11 Covid mutations which is probably bad news. And to add insult to injury, the Hash has not received its traditional invitation to the PMs Xmas Bash.

Humbug.

No time for merry making. I shall stay at home with Marley where I can sit in front of my illegal lump of coal that I have painted green to reduce its CO2 emissions and sing my excuses.(Ed)

On the 1st day of xmas
My hash friend said to me
I'm not sure of my capability
On the 2nd day of xmas
My hash friend said to me
There is way too much shiggy
On the 3rd day of xmas
My hash friend said to me
I've an early start tomorrow
On the 4th day of xmas
My hash friend said to me
I'm staying in dry, warm & cosy
On the 5th day of xmas
My hash friend said to me
It's too far
On the 6th day of xmas
My hash friend said to me
I've got a pain in the neck
On the 7th day of xmas
My hash friend said to me
I'm stuck in front of the fire
On the 8th day of xmas
My hash friend said to me
The car has broken down
On the 9th day of xmas
My hash friend said to me
I'm at a carol concert rehearsal
On the 10th day of xmas
My hash friend said to me
I've just had my very first grandchild
On the 11th day of xmas
My hash friend said to me
I'm away on business
On the 12th day of xmas
My hash friend said to me
There's a piss up at the brewery

So in the end just nine hardy hashers, one hound & our hares came to The Prince Albert on what turned out to be, despite a wet 'n' windy afternoon, a clear dry night. Ok so perhaps it was a tad muddy & slippery underfoot but what is hashing without a bit of shiggy? Helles even made it despite her car exploding. Lovely, cosy welcoming pub to warm up in with a pint after although of course we were all bitterly disappointed that due to low turnout Roger didn't regale us with his
Tosca speech. Ah well, there's always next week.

On on.

Nickers/stalker.