I don’t have a hashing problem, I can quit anytime.  Last night I went to the start and didn’t hash, so get off my back. The Oxford Hash was running trail from Oxford Brookes University and I had never been in a campus bar there so jumped on the opportunity.  Two ales available and the [...]

The Library is usually closed when I find myself on Cowley Road but the Oxford Hash was celebrating Gispert’s Day (70 years since he was killed in the Battle of Singapore) by starting the evening’s trail there and the confluence of so many good events was too much to resist; also, I had a late day [...]

The third anniversary passed yesterday.  The last year was difficult, starting as it did with me in the hospital with multiple fractured ribs and vertebra, torn ligaments (from which I am still recovering) and a hose sticking out of my chest to reinflate the left lung.  Good times. We had new neighbours that were a [...]

It has been AGES since I last hashed but the Oxford Hash is at night and the North Wilts Hash is difficult to get to whenever the start is at or near a pub I haven’t yet blogged in these pages.  Last night, however, saw the OH3 start at the Ladygrove, just a few hundred [...]

We made our way across the muddy fields at the edge of the Thames when we left Long Wittenham and rolled into the Carpenter’s Arms.  We left the muddy footwear in the car park and I had a Hooky Bitter to match Dippy’s Abingdon Bridge and I noticed the friendly staff in this warm old inn [...]

It was ever so dark to be wandering around alone in villages at the Berkshire/Oxfordshire borders but needs be.  At least I had a local guide, Dippy from the Oxford Hash, who commutes past the trails we were on.  The Oxford Hash almost always does prelaid A-to-A or A-to-A′ trails with a large table of food [...]

Thanks, Fatty.  I’ve been off the You Tube nipple awhile.  This is just the sort of thing I need to be thinking about alone…in a steamy shower…with viscous emollient cleansing agents at hand.  My water bill is officially through the roof: If their mom is a midget, I gotta find a job in their neighbourhood…. [...]

On my run from the Patriot’s Arms I spotted the only hashing mark I would see all day, just below the next pub. It was like a sauna in the Plough and I just wanted to get my beer and head out to the cool of the garden; I told the humourless waitress that I [...]

With no hash to go to I left the house late for a leisurely run in the general direction I had planned had there been a hash.  There is an especially pleasant wood below the manor farm at Burderop Park with an intense little climb to do at a section called the ‘Ladder Hill.’  After [...]

I’m posting this secure in the knowledge that afterwards I will no longer be welcome at the North Wilts Hash (albeit, this post demonstrates that perhaps no one is) or, much worse, I’ll receive numerous smarmy letters describing the heroic efforts it takes to administer the website and who-the-fuck-are-you, anyway.  Wee-ing on your party is [...]