The day dawned cold but clear enticing 16 brave hashers out to Parc de Sceaux to enjoy the beautiful buildings, fountains, lakes and woods that it has to offer. It was Mr Dos D’Ane’s first haring experience and as a virgin hare it was only fair that much heckling took place as he tried to explain the markings he had used to set the trail. Due to the heckling, lack of mis-management leadership (where was the GM??) and general ineptitude the starting circle took many many many minutes.. which for certain late running hashers not mentioning any names, WTFAMT and Just Anton, was a bonus as it meant they could set off with the pack and enjoy the sights of Sceaux with the rest of the group, and more importantly, have a chance of finding the beerstop!
Our hare, although a virgin hare was not a virgin to Sceaux and set a beautiful trail all around the park taking the runners through areas they might never have seen had they not been following little poofs of flour. There were many Hash Flash moments but sadly due to the aforementioned lack of mis-management this scribe was not clever enough to organise to have photos sent after the event and so cannot include them here. However at some point hopefully these will be added to the hash archives to prove that Paris hash are happy to leave their natural habitat of buildings and concrete and random underground parking garages (GM!!) and go out to the lovely green spaces that surround Paris. Yes these photos will be proof that the Paris hash can live life on the edge, dice with danger and brave the RER to places outside the peripherique in order to breathe fresh air and see new sites.
Were these photos to be available then sights of the runners heading up a small climb beside tiered fountains to stop for a photo op at the top, then disappear further up only to return 2 minutes later on realising that our wiley hare had set the trail, up, round and then back again to send us out to find more foresty and off-track paths within the park. Checkpoints were well used and used well to keep the runners together, except for one certain point where a certain WTFAMT sent poor Sparkle off in completely the wrong direction just in case the trail went that way. This would be Sparkle who had already been complaining of lack of fitness due to too much time on airplanes and not enough on his feet… of course this put him even further behind the pack but he didn’t give up or get lost and struggled manfully on. Another photo would show a lovely group shop beside a beautiful old building with the trail taking us up one side of the stairs and back down the other giving a view point for the early runners to keep an eye out for the slower runners on their approach.
There was a moment of panic at the beerstop when all there were concerned that the beer had been stolen, and much confusion over why it was an SS not a BS? All became clear as with the sound of a hunting horn (ok maybe I exaggerate a small bit here) Shaggy sailed into the clearing on his trusty (or should that be rusty?) steed (bike!) and saved the day by finding the beer and the snacks.
Sadly this scribes hands were too cold too note down too much information at the end of the run and the brain is far too scrambled from the beer to remember any more specific points, however it must be said that there were many more as it is a beautiful park and our hare set a wonderful run.
So to the circle, well this week there were an amazing amount of down-downs… for our hares Mr Dos D’Ane and co-hare Hidden Assets who led the walker’s trail. Retournees Just Tash, Struck by Lightning, Shaggy, Saddle Sore, Pat my Fly, Ooh La La and Bondi. Then Shaggy was straight back in the circle for missing the first half of the run and cycling the rest. S&R, Saddle Sore, Bondi and Just Fabrice have all threatened to leave the wonders of Paris and the Paris Hash so had to drink for this sin. There were the front running b***** who were all ladies this week – Just Tash, WTFAMT and Saddle Sore. And of course for Dead F***ing Last who else but Speedy and S&R. Shaggy, the Hare and Speedy for technology on the hash (yes Shaggy bought… The Wheel!). Just Tash and Saddle Sore had to drink again for racing and actually taking running seriously. Sparkle, Shaggy, Bondi and the hares were all found at fault for being Short Cutting B******. Shaggy did remove himself from this accusation stating that having done 30KM on his bike surely that is not short cutting, then had to admit that it was only 30km due to his lack of sense of direction and therefore he was straight back in the circle for his lack of compass skills. Sparkle for having tiny feet – seriously tiny for man of his height.. No hash gear accusation was fired at Just Tash, Just Anton and Ooh La La and I’m sure there were more but most importantly a naming ceremony took place…
It was felt that Just Tash who featured a lot in this week’s down-downs, and was also given a down down for her singsong “OnOn”, should finally be named. Her various attributes were cited – lacrosse player, voice of an angel, competitive, Italian Australian… then various names put forward – Screaming Onion (was this an accent jibe?!), Banshee, etc… however these were all just for fun as the only name that fitted for her religious calling of OnOn at the top of her voice, well it just had to be Screamer… which at the very last minute was adapted to Delicate Screamer in light of her needing “something to kneel on as the ground is muddy” during her ceremony. So Delicate Screamer welcome to the hash!