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R*n 736 location

R*n 736 started from The Cross, Littledale

Who ran 736? - data up to & including this r*n

Hash HandleHareHoundTotal
Antiseptic - Hare67337404
Cyberseptic - Hare85324409
Baldbrick43470513
Bedside Manner167591
Chapped Lips31518
Cotside Manner62026
Fiddler on the Hoof117182
First Class Stomp055
Forever Blowing75384459
Hard Astern01818
Large Package22527
Late Cummer31518
Lurch67370437
Major Twit36226262
Minor Twat24222246
Morticia68371439
Off His Trolley34300334
Ready About01818
Sharp Intake055
Sir Tom Tom57301358
Small Bush1910
Special Delivery01111
Thunder Dick217394
Twiglet077
Upperskirt41538579
Virgin: Daniel (Visitor)011
Virgin: Jane011
Virgin: Liz (Visitor)011
White Noise30271301

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Sunday 5th July 2020 at 11:00am

Full MoonR*n 736 »

Littledale - Out of Lockdown in Littledale

This hash was conducted in line with government guidance. No meeting or circle took place. Groups of 6 maximum ran at various times over the weekend.

Virtually a hash?

People keep telling me that I really ought to get a smart phone. Not sure why - my "two tin cans joined together with a length of string" device has served my needs perfectly adequately over the last sixty-odd years, and is still in its original, mint condition, albeit with 200+ replacement cans and umpteen new strings. I even invested a substantial sum of money upgrading it so I could make long-distance calls (£2 for an extra-long roll of string). No monthly bills, no danger of viruses, hacking or data theft - just perfect, or so I thought. My luddite resolve did start to waver recently when faced with the prospect of not even being able to order a drink in a pub without one of Satan's black oblong boxes of horrors, but that alone was not enough to clinch it - after all, if someone else has to buy the drinks, it's cheaper!

However, this new hashing app has opened my eyes to a whole new world of digital wonderment. Like Saul on the road to Doncaster, I have seen the light, and there is now a very real prospect that I shall have a new phone by the end of the decade. For the uninitiated, your phone pings every time you pass a "virtual" blob of flour, white arrows appear on your screen as if by magic to show you are on-trail, and the app creates a dead zone (radius 100 yards or so?) at "virtual checks", with normal service resumed when someone finds the trail. Clever stuff, although it would need a few modifications before I could use it - extra-loud pings to replace my king-size flour mounds, and I'm afraid one single virtual arrow is just not enough! Just as well Fiddler had his phone, as my paper instructions dissolved in the rain.

After a virtual hash, a virtual circle (courtesy of Zoom), and this was really worrying. Several hashers (Late Cummer, Chapped Lips, Ready About, Hard Astern) kept phasing in and out of our universe - at least, their heads kept disappearing - and I realised to my dismay that alien invaders must be trying to take over the planet by replacing real hashers with photonic replicas! OMG! It then occurred to me that my r*nning companions for the afternoon (Major Twit, Minor Tw*t, Fiddler On The Hoof) had all seemed very strange - I won't reveal in what way, as this would allow the aliens to adapt and avoid detection in future; had my comrades too been replaced with holographic projections?

Full marks to Hares Antiseptic and Cyberseptic for organising this celebration of the end of the Saharan Summer and the onset of the Monsoon Season, for trying something a bit different but very acceptable, and for getting us all back on trail again, albeit socially distanced!

Must go now, my tin can is vibrating. 

Sir Tom Tom

Write up by Sir Tom Tom

5th July 2020 at 4:16pm