I've just been reminded that I did this sometime towards the end of October. The r*n kicked off from somewhere in England. It was a glorious day and those fluffy airborne things were making a right racket, like they do. There were people there that I knew, which was reassuring as they smiled at me as if they knew me. We followed a trail of crisps bought at Ikea into a valley in which flowed a river of sparkling apple juice. The odd cloud floated past. They looked like fluffy futons and I soon fell asleep.
When I awoke, I was in a magnificent castle surrounded by the same familiar people. It was morning and we drank beer and sang songs before we went for breakfast at the Inn. After breakfast, some of those nice people were given mysterious tasks and missions. It was all very bewildering, so I drank some beer and then went home. It was about this time I realised that I had a daughter. She said that everything would be all right.
Mr Happy.
Who ran 123?
| Hash Handle | Hare | Hound | Total |
|---|---|---|---|
| 11 | 37 | 48 | |
| 2 | 14 | 16 | |
|
CYY Cum Yak Yak
|
1 | 38 | 39 |
| 13 | 39 | 52 | |
|
DB Dangly Bits
|
0 | 3 | 3 |
| 7 | 31 | 38 | |
|
FC Fur Coat
|
0 | 10 | 10 |
|
L Lurch
|
16 | 75 | 91 |
|
MT Major Twit
|
1 | 9 | 10 |
|
M Morticia
|
10 | 60 | 70 |
| 11 | 56 | 67 | |
|
P Pudsley
|
2 | 51 | 53 |
|
SC Scouse Count
|
0 | 3 | 3 |
| 3 | 25 | 28 |
Turn out: 14
Hares
Location
R*n 123 started from Crook O' Lune car park, Caton. and the On Inn was Black Bull, Brookhouse.
