The Red Lion

Hummery: Described as a ‘low-key pub with rooms’ on Google, things didn’t look too great judging from the large-frontage exterior, but once inside it was cosy, friendly, and most importantly quite cheap.

Overheard on the hash (4th Aug 2015)

“There’s a good reason why it’s not called Shortwick or Mediumwick….although, f*cking Longwick might be more appropriate at this point in time!”[The hash grumblings begin after 7 miles]

“Nah, this hash isn’t all it’s cracked up to be” “Rather styl-ish though eh?”  [Matt & Dr Dan compete for the worst pun whilst running across fault lines and over innumerable obstacles]

“It’s flat, quite long, and Jo, there are no cows” “What are those cows doing over there….why is Alan holding the gate…..BLOODY HELL, there are cows in that field” “Well they weren’t there before….a neither was the bull.” “The BULL ?!!!!” [Nikki’s hash briefing unravels at a rate of knots]

“That was a 4-back…oh hang on, it was a Ford-Back” [a few seconds later]“Oh, that’s got me all wet” [Helen enjoys herself a little too much in the absence of Aaron]

Maybe we should name people after what they’re carrying….ah, on 2nd thoughts, that might not work so well [Jess referring to Matt carrying a big stick…running next to Alex carrying a steaming bag of dog poo]

Oh no, we’ll say something which Matt will write up in the Hashalator [Not unless it was interesting, insidious, or incriminating Tash…which it wasn’t. But give me a minute and I’ll make something up!]