It was a rare day for the Paris hash, one seemingly designed to perturb the hashers: a strange golden ball hung in the sky and the air was curiously dry and warm. Despite the beautiful weather the hare (The Anarchist) seemed to be in a hurry to set off (15 minutes late must be some sort of PH3 record!). So fast in fact that Nice Bit O Skirt and the virgin hasher Just Chris were left behind; the hare was inconsiderate enough to have not laid the trail from their front doors so they were unable to find the start.
Even two hashers down it was a merry hash that set off into the bucolic loveliness punctuated by the occasional used condom that is the Bois de Vincennes. The trail took in the typical bois sites of messy picnics, over-excited dogs, large patches of nettles (through which the flour led!!) and mercifully (the merriness of the hashers having degenerated into sweatiness) an ice cream shop.
The walkers performed a miracle almost as rare as the weather by not only staying on trail but getting to the beer stop first (someone must have wrestled the map from Sleeping Sex). Our two lost hashers must have been drawn to the sound of beer caps popping as they too stumbled out of the woods and the hash continued.
The sun/beer certainly seemed to have hit all the hashers hard: not only were all traces of flour systematically and vociferously denied but even the hare lost his way, leading to an enjoyable interlude crashing through the undergrowth and disturbing the local drug dealers. The trail continued past football games, mass picnics and to the rhythm of drums that the good weather seemed to have drawn outside. A child friendly version of the hash hymn was performed on top of a big sand dune for the amusement of some teeny (future?) hashers and the trail wended its way back to where it all began.
The circle was presided over by apprentice RA Nice Bit O Skirt who may be a bit iffy on protocol but generally got down-downs organised (and surely that’s the point). There were the usual cries of derision for the “terrible” trail, welcomes to virgins Just Olivier, Just Thomas, Just Vincent and Just Chris, and visitors Reverend Blow Ho and Ride My Dirty Caboose, as well as a “where were you” for returnees Saving Ryans Privates, Sharp Shooter, Squeaky Clean, Toothy Job and More Beer. Accusations included Just Olivier for falling over, Reverend Blow Ho, Just Vincent and Just Thomas for technology on trail, Just Chris and Nice Bit O Skirt for lateness, and the Anarchist for being lost on his own trail. Announcements (for those who haven’t yet made their holiday plans) included a Swimmers Hash on July 27th in Northboro.