The Harrow

Hummery: A perfect summer’s evening hashing pub, with everything super-sized - the portions, the gardens, and the surrounding hills.

Overheard on the hash (30th June 2015)

“Where do I park then?” [Nikki winds down the window on her convertible…with the roof already down!]

“It does happen every evening you know” [Ian not overly concerned about the glorious sunset]

“So if we catch the Shorts, can we skin ‘em?” [Matt R enters into the spirit of the Fox ’n Hounds]

 “It’s never a good sign when I see Matt standing by a style” “Yup, I’m the grim reaper of the Hash where cows are concerned” “So you could be Jo’s cowboy then? [The Matts & Jo on cows]

“That one’s looking at me….HE’S REALLY LOOKING AT ME!” “Don’t worry, if necessary, we’ll sacrifice Hawkeye” “I could just roll him down the hill if you like, take out a few moos on the way?” “He’d be fine - he’s got a bionic leg you know?” [The Hash continues to chew the cud]

 “Are we at T2 yet?” “We haven’t even reached T1” “Bugger!”  [Hawkeye’s GPS continues to play up]

“Nice of you to bring Rose out on her b-day Gerry” “It’s alright, I’ve bought her a coffee”  [Chivalry?] 

“This was a ‘y’ hash?””Do you mean ‘y’ did I come out tonight?””No, well it was hill-y, long-y, chipp-y, and now Sandra’s brought her broccol-i” [just go with the ‘y’ theme, eh?!]

“I hope those cows over there aren’t lively” “It’s OK, they’re very chilled” “How do you know from way over here?” ‘’Cos they’re the Beechdean ice-cream dairy cows” [Matt continues talking cow/bullsh*t]