Non Run 10 (due to Covid-19 restrictions)

Divide and Conquer……….

Scribed by Hawkeye

Public Health warning I: when things get to such an extreme, you either laugh or cry. I choose the former, I hope you do too. If not, do not read on, this is not for you………………..

Since last week my lockdown locks down have been self-trimmed and the cleaning business has failed to take off (thankfully).

Hashing by design is a communal activity, so in extremis and in isolation the inveterate hasher may be feeling a little lost. So here’s a sideways glance at the world today……

  • So it’s been a somewhat dystopian nightmare these last few weeks, but I guess if you can get a McDonald’s drive thru (their spelling not mine) and both Eastenders and The Archers are back on air – the worst has surely passed.
  • Gone are the heady days of lockdown when I would awaken and for the briefest of moments not recall what was going on. These days I just awaken an hour later, slightly heady, not recall what is going on and merely wonder why the beer supplies look so diminished.
  •  With more people ‘out and about’, retaining social distancing while running remains a challenge and it appears that basic geometry eludes the average punter e.g. two walkers socially distant on each side of the 2m path will pause and let you pass….where the F are you supposed to go? Err…… one in front of the other on a 2m wide path would be much more useful!! In the end I usually decide to ‘divide and conquer’, bifurcating with body and fingers as I go.
  • This week there’s been a huge fillip for the Barnard Castle tourist board as de facto Prime Minister Dominic Cummings spotted a scientist in a car and like a rat up a drainpipe decided to ‘follow the science’ and headed up the A1M after him. The resultant press conference approached the recent nadir set by Prince Andrew and I am only somewhat disappointed that the Dom didn’t find time to pop into Pizza Express in Woking on his travels.
  • Maybe the moment has passed, but with his wife and children involved it could be still be possible for a Durham minor to undermine a Tory PM – Maggie would be spinning in her grave…..
  • From the NE but domiciled locally, it would have been much better luck if you recently crossed paths with Black Cat – as he’d secured 4 pints of Hogsback TEA from the Royal Oak in town.  #supportlocalbusinesses

So hashing moves a step closer, but who knows when, whereas the prospect of a summer holiday moves a step further away. Personally, I suspect there will be strong interest in some ‘low tech’ cross-channel ferries to avoid a two week quarantine. There seems to be a growing stock of ‘used boats’ with ‘one previous owner’ piling up in Kent. Just saying.

So stay safe, stay sane and hash alone. On on while in in.

Public Health warning II: this is written more for my sanity than yours.  If you are missing a regular run report, just go to the PH3 iPlayer at https://ph3.org.uk/ where into the Search box you can add any hash number (below 1884), a venue, a hare, a hasher, you name it – and receive a blast from the PH3 past!

No pictures please…..

Non Run 9 (due to Covid-19 restrictions)

52:70 that’s my number…………..

Scribed by Hawkeye

Public Health warning I: when things get to such an extreme, you either laugh or cry. I choose the former, I hope you do too. If not, do not read on, this is not for you………………..

Another obscure reference to open with. The musically minded might know of the reggae classic ‘54:46 was my number’ by Toots and the Maytals – if not check it out https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5nqqp5XoyLE (as a small aside – I recommended my daughter to prioritise seeing these guys at Boomtown 2017 (in the video), she loved them and then recommended I attend Boomtown 2019 and of course I loved it – oh to be at Lion’s Den stage in 2020!) anyway the 54:46 in question was allegedly his prison number in Jamaica (drug dealing). Whereas 52:70 is my number, namely where my lockdown drink/dry day ratio started and where it is now! Handily it also doubles up as my ‘real’: ‘feels like’ age number too!

Hashing by design is a communal activity, so in extremis and in isolation the inveterate hasher may be feeling a little lost. So here’s a sideways glance at the world today……

  • A new phenomena developing in my line of work is to become Skype-stressed, Webex-weary or Teams-tired. Remember when ‘Zoom’ was a verb meaning ‘to move or travel very quickly’? rather than another hour of your life you’ll never get back grinning inanely at work colleagues on a screen. That aside it is a good way to stay socially connected and who knows I might even join the PH3 on-in one day. It’s just that my weekend has become largely screen-free…….
  • The narrative of the noughties has now become the truth of the twenty twenties…. As FOMO (Fear Of Missing Out) has become FOGO (Going Out) or even JOMO (Joy Of Missing Out)…and next?
  • As the lockdown was eased I merely commented to the current Mrs Hawkeye that I was now free to go and socialise with a person outside our household, this brought a deep frown, maybe the glint in my eye wasn’t wise!
  • The UK government continues to confound after testing the patience of 66m people a day rather than testing 100,000 patients a day their next fiasco is a ‘Track and Trace’ system. To my mind they’d do well to try and track PM Bojo – who seems to have disappeared without trace….again.
  • There’s a general bad smell about the overall handling of this crisis, which on one hand is a personal positive outcome as loss of smell is now an official corona-indicator.
  • On that front I rather hope Moss and Jasper are training as Corona sniffer dogs, though as track records go – following a bunch of sweaty hashers has never been their forte….
  • And with a loss of taste added to anosmia as corona-worthy, there is no immediate worry, but if you ever hear me talking about Bon Jovi or Mumford & Sons in a positive way – call the medics.
  • So whilst it might be classed as borderline domestic abuse, I keep adding celery to my cooking. The current Mrs Hawkeye hates it, but at least I know she is in full health! It’s also part of my personal battle against the ‘corona kilos’.

So that’s it for another week, I’m off to register as a cleaner, so I can go and visit people and get paid £11/hr for hoovering while I’m there – we all need a hobby! Stay safe, stay sane and hash alone. On on while in in.

Public Health warning II: this is written more for my sanity than yours.  If you are missing a regular run report, just go to the PH3 iPlayer at https://ph3.org.uk/ where into the Search box you can add any hash number (below 1884), a venue, a hare, a hasher, you name it – and receive a blast from the PH3 past!

Relaxing with the Sunday papers……..

Non Run 8 (due to Covid-19 restrictions)

Ladies and gentlemen of the class of ’20. Wear hand cream…..

Scribed by Hawkeye

Public Health warning I: when things get to such an extreme, you either laugh or cry. I choose the former, I hope you do too. If not, do not read on, this is not for you………………..

First up, to let you know that due to a contractual dispute (image rights) there will be no accompanying picture of my cat this week. It appears that agents representing Olive and Mabel, recent stars of https://twitter.com/MrAndrewCotter have turned his head. It’s a dog eat dog/cat eat cat world out there now. Instead I hope you like the Cornflower piccy.

And to follow up my obscure headline reference to Baz Luhrmann’s 1999 Sunscreen, I can only recommend you check it out at https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5giWfpANMac surely a ‘song’ to keep you grounded in 2020.

Hashing by design is a communal activity, so in extremis and in isolation the inveterate hasher may be feeling a little lost. So here’s a sideways glance at the world today……

  • Thanks for all the expressions of concern (none actually!) about my lockdown locks down. In fact Sorry John has kindly offered to loan me his dog clippers. Maybe I’ll persevere a while longer
  • Sadly I was not able to make the first Sunday Zoom In, but I understand that in a massive reversal in fortunes, PP was the only one unable to get a word in. It’s all about bandwidth PP, and what you do with it.
  • Seemingly Scooby Doo has missed ‘the opportunity of a lifetime’ by not outsourcing content and proof reading for his Masters’ Thesis. A captive audience have few viable excuses……
  • 2016 was a tough year for the musically minded as we lost David Bowie, Prince, George Michael and Leonard Cohen. Sadly 2020 is shaping up in similar fashion with the last week alone claiming two of the greatest keyboardists and instrumentalists of modern times, Dave Greenfield (Stranglers) and Florian Schneider (Kraftwerk) L
  • On the political front, the lockdown has been eased, sort of. I am probably not alone in wishing we could have an independence referendum….right now I’d rather be governed from Holyrood, at least the Scots do seem to have a clue what they’re doing. Whereas we now seem more socially as well as geographically distanced from our brethren North of the border.
  • The debate goes on about the meaning of ‘staying alert and safe’ – as a compromise I have taken to wearing my house slippers to the local shops, seems to strike the right chord between staying home but not.
  • Golf and tennis is now permitted but whereas in golf it has always been bad form to handle an opponent’s ball, in tennis it is now an offence punishable by Covid-19. I swear there is now Government advice telling you not to handle someone else’s balls – who’da thunk it!
  • And as for football, I propose that rather than play games behind closed doors, the Premier League could retrospectively review all VAR decisions and open them to a public vote and reallocate league points accordingly.  Now that’s a way to engage a crowd in a socially distant way

I will close with my health tip of the week which, is to remember to choose wisely on fridge supplies and avoid ‘gateway nibbles’ – you know the kind of things, hummus, cheese and crackers etc. – the sort of thing that inadvertently lead to a glass of red wine at midday. Stay safe, stay sane and hash alone. On on while in in.

Public Health warning II: this is written more for my sanity than yours.  If you are missing a regular run report, just go to the PH3 iPlayer at https://ph3.org.uk/ where into the Search box you can add any hash number (below 1884), a venue, a hare, a hasher, you name it – and receive a blast from the PH3 past!

Cornflowers near Newlands, May 2020

Non Run 7 (due to Covid-19 restrictions)

Blessed are the hairdressers – the folically challenged will inherit the earth…….

Scribed by Hawkeye

Public Health warning I: when things get to such an extreme, you either laugh or cry. I choose the former, I hope you do too. If not, do not read on, this is not for you………………..

So after seven weeks of lock down, the locks are down and haircuts have finally replaced toilet rolls as the must-have item du jour! But rather than rail against the injustice of a world without barbers, I have decided to embrace the challenge and will henceforth be sporting a nylon tracksuit with matching head & wrist bands – a look once popular in the late 70s/early 80s. All the better to display my mullet. Think Kevin Keegan in his Liverpool days.

Hashing by design is a communal activity, so in extremis and in isolation the inveterate hasher may be feeling a little lost. So here’s a sideways glance at the world today……

  • I had begun to get concerned about the welfare of Pis’t’man Pat. I have set up a computer algorithm which alerts me when the number of PP PH3 What’s App posts falls below 20 in any 24hr period. This week I was close to calling 111, fearing that he had succumbed to Covid-19 or more likely Merlot-20 when I realised that the whole community had taken time out. Seems you can have too much of a good thing.
  • Activity in the Hawkeye household also reached a new low point when following recent heavy rain, the large puddle that forms at the end of my drive became an ‘entertainment hub’ for the local <5yr olds, such that I had to go out and enforce social distancing. A sad day indeed.
  • Amidst the doom and gloom, there is a light on the horizon with the news that the next series of Love Island has been cancelled and if we stay in lockdown for just a few weeks more – Eastenders will go off air. Our sacrifices may not have been in vain.
  • Regarding Eastenders etc., is this is what is meant by a R (transmission) level of <1??
  • Emerging scientific advice seems to indicate that the prevailing virus has more serious consequences for men than women. Therefore what we can only hope is that in his much trumpeted speech at the weekend Bojo announces a staged unlocking….women and children first. Hell – they could even run the country, it would be hard to do it worse than the current male-dominated leadership. I am of course excluding Priti (vacant) Patel from that concept. Put her in charge and I ain’t never coming out!

And remember social distancing from the fridge is the key strategy for flattening your curve. Stay safe, stay sane and hash alone. On on while in in.

Public Health warning II: this is written more for my sanity than yours.  If you are missing a regular run report, just go to the PH3 iPlayer at https://ph3.org.uk/ where into the Search box you can add any hash number (below 1884), a venue, a hare, a hasher, you name it – and receive a blast from the PH3 past!

Non Run 6 (due to Covid-19 restrictions)

Sorry I was muted……

Scribed by Hawkeye

Public Health warning I: when things get to such an extreme, you either laugh or cry. I choose the former, I hope you do too. If not, do not read on, this is not for you………………..

For anyone working from home, or indeed just socialising regularly on-line, the phrase “sorry I was muted” will live to define 2020!

Week six without hashing and with the price of petrol still well above zero, I have reflected that my life’s work is far from complete. Time to go on……

Hashing by design is a communal activity, so in extremis and in isolation the inveterate hasher may be feeling a little lost. So here’s a sideways glance at the world today……

  • Last week of course was supposed to be the 40th London marathon with all the attendant fuss, for me despite the limitations of a covid-lockdown I marked the day/date in exactly the same way as I did for the 39th and 38th ….staring inanely at the TV all day from the sofa.
  • It’s interesting to reflect that in 2019 if you managed to get clap once a week, it was a sign that you were going out too much, in 2020 it’s a sign that you’re not going out at all.
  • Despite being more active on a what’s app group than I ever recall him being in real life, Pis’t’man Pat, PH3’s very own fridge magnate, must surely be busy working on the third instalment of ‘The Refrigerator Trilogy’. Finish it quick PP, my strawberry mivvy is starting to melt
  • There has been much talk about how lockdown living resembles Groundhog Day, but for me it seems more like The Hobbit– it’s been a somewhat bucolic experience, everyone’s front garden looks fantastic and they are on good speaking terms with their neighbours, whilst at the same time I have a yearning to travel dogged by a morbid fear of what may lurk in those faraway lands.
  • Our government has discovered that turkey is not just good for Christmas, apparently they have some PPE we can snaffle too. Eventually.
  • Sorry John continues to hold out the promise of a 1900/100th summer BBQ – which sounds soooo appealing as a beacon on the horizon. I’m sure we can be totally ‘numerically relaxed’ and hopefully by July Quasimodo will have been able to ‘unfurlough’ the pixies that magically create the centenary t-shirts. Fingers crossed all.
  • And finally it was pleasing to see TIFM in rude health. In the past he’s told me that back in the day he used to lie about his age to get served in a pub, somewhat ironically in a post-covid world, as an over 70yr old – he might have to do the same again!

So until next week, at the moment we seem to be into remote schooling, remote sport, a remote Prime Minister, with a remote chance of returning to normality. Let’s hope that changes sometime soon. Stay safe, stay sane and hash alone. On on while in in.

Public Health warning II: this is written more for my sanity than yours.  If you are missing a regular run report, just go to the PH3 iPlayer at https://ph3.org.uk/ where into the Search box you can add any hash number (below 1884), a venue, a hare, a hasher, you name it – and receive a blast from the PH3 past!

Non Run 5 (due to Covid-19 restrictions)

And by the fifth week……….he rested

Scribed (or not) by Hawkeye

Public Health warning I: when things get to such an extreme, you either laugh or cry. I choose the former, I hope you do too. If not, do not read on, this is not for you………………..

Week five and with the price of oil in negative territory, I reach my environmental epiphany and a time for refection. So use the time it would normally take you to read to the bottom of this page and let the essentials of life take root and the flotsam of daily life float away

Stay safe, stay sane and hash alone. On on while in in.

Public Health warning II: this is written more for my sanity than yours.  If you are missing a regular run report, just go to the PH3 iPlayer at https://ph3.org.uk/ where into the Search box you can add any hash number (below 1884), a venue, a hare, a hasher, you name it – and receive a blast from the PH3 past!

Non Run 4 (due to Covid-19 restrictions)

Who’s zoomin who…..

Scribed by Hawkeye

Public Health warning I: when things get to such an extreme, you either laugh or cry. I choose the former, I hope you do too. If not, do not read on, this is not for you………………..

Week four….now I am a creature of habit, but you can have too much of a good thing…….

Hashing by design is a communal activity, so in extremis and in isolation the inveterate hasher may be feeling a little lost. So here’s a sideways glance at the world today……

  • Never been a big fan of the work of Vladimir Ilyich Lenin, but he got something right when he said “There are decades when nothing happens and then there are weeks when decades happen”.
  • Given the continuing good weather, I am now reflecting on an education wasted. So much for this complex carbon cycle and global ecosystem. It seems as simple as shut off large parts of industry and confine people to home and the instant reduction in NOx SOx and CO2 means it stops raining for three weeks! Be warned whenever we’re allowed out again – take a brolly.
  • My lockdown DIY project moves beyond its third week, social distancing has been easy to enforce as the current Mrs Hawkeye and daughter have refused to help out. Some materials have been in short supply, but given my frequent handwashing and manual labour, I’ve been able to get by without sandpaper and rub down the floorboards to good effect with my bare hands.
  • From my home office window I have also been able to see the road divided into the ‘have slots’ and the ‘have not slots’. Some even having to use Tesco’s. Troubled times indeed.
  • The ‘cake club with a cycling problem’ now meets up for a weekly Zoom virtual café where training regimes, gear ratios and the like a discussed. Not.
  • Running has become a constant companion, a time to reflect, let the essentials take root and the flotsam of daily life float away.
  • So I now have my own regular Covid-11. 11K and am able to prepare for golfing in later life as I roam free all over the golf courses of Merrow and Clandon, without the handicap of any players.
  • And should I be lucky enough to leave the house before my mid-morning coffee, I now have the perfect excuse as cover for my congenital pre-coffee grumpiness….and just cross the road to avoid people whether I know them or not. Anti-social distancing maybe.

So at the risk of missing an end to any lockdown, like the Japanese soldiers dug into the hills in some Philippines Island for 29yrs after the end of WWII, I’ll keep glued to the PH3 what’s app group for informed and insightful commentary

Stay safe, stay sane and hash alone. On on while in in.

Public Health warning II: this is written more for my sanity than yours.  If you are missing a regular run report, just go to the PH3 iPlayer at https://ph3.org.uk/ where into the Search box you can add any hash number (below 1884), a venue, a hare, a hasher, you name it – and receive a blast from the PH3 past!

Non Run 3 (due to Covid-19 restrictions)

Home is the where the art is ……….

Scribed by Hawkeye

Public Health warning I: when things get to such an extreme, you either laugh or cry. I choose the former, I hope you do too. If not, do not read on, this is not for you………………..

Week three….hello, hello is anybody out there………Yes reality bites as novelty hikes.

Hashing by design is a communal activity, so in extremis and in isolation the inveterate hasher may be feeling a little lost. So here’s a sideways glance at the world today……

  • Given the confines we’re all under it seems lots of people have turned to jogging, whereas hopefully you’re carrying on running. Struggling to tell the difference…..us runners run because we love running whereas joggers jog because they love cake.
  • Though I’d be surprised if you can actually make a cake…been to the shops recently…..where the f**k’s all the yeast gone?
  • Befitting our usual standards – the PH3 What’s App group has remained dominated by poor taste memes, quizzes and many manifestations of mid-life crisis. It’s all good fun though and even went a little high-brow with Gingerly Rogers’ attempt to inject some art/culture into the midst. I await more entries.
  • And whilst waiting I’ll continue pondering Pis’t’man Pat’s proposed and at this stage virtual boozer – The Pis’t’mans Pleasure. Which would no doubt deliver virtually no profits!
  • Something I thought I’d never say but having washed my hands with a fervour only previously seen by Lady Macbeth I now fully appreciate the qualities of good/expensive hand creams!
  • On the subject of webcams – I think they need to be re-categorized. Out would go the pixel count and in would come a ‘days shaving rating’ i.e. can I get away without shaving for x number of days on this quality of webcam image. Personally I’d purchase nothing less than a 2 rating.
  • And finally I am slightly alarmed to note that my daily paper is offering “Free home delivery for 12 weeks”. Do they know something we don’t, I hope not!

So to coin a popular phrase this week, ‘we’ll meet again’ – don’t know where, don’t know when.

And this week I leave you with a small extract from a bygone age – run 1452, where the incomparable 80/AT/Accidental Tourist described my local boozer.

Stay safe, stay sane and hash alone. On on while in in.

Run Report 1452: Lager Lager everywhere, and not a drop (of beer) to drink

Scribed by 80

Some locations are so iconic they come to represent a culture, a sport or a nation. Mount Fuji, the Grand Canyon, Ayres Rock, Augusta, Monza, Iguazu Falls, Lords, Madison Square Garden, The Great Wall, and of course, The Horse and Groom. Nothing quite encompasses the true nature of hashing like this pub. When you see the Horse and Groom on the forthcoming attractions list, your heart leaps, your step quickens, the sun shines and Wayne Rooney’s hair grows back.

The sense of anticipation builds in the days leading up to the great event. Then finally dawn breaks, and the wait is over. You pass the speed camera and the petrol station. You see the leeks and onions in the allotments. You almost taste the seventeen types of lager on offer. You smell the running shoes, and the stagnant water bottle you forgot to rinse out the previous weekend. And you’re there!

Public Health warning II: this is written more for my sanity than yours.  If you are missing a regular run report, just go to the PH3 iPlayer at https://ph3.org.uk/ where into the Search box you can add any hash number (below 1884), a venue, a hare, a hasher, you name it – and receive a blast from the PH3 past!

Non Run 2 (due to Covid-19 restrictions)

Hashing, a time to be unseen and not herd……….

Scribed by Hawkeye

Public Health warning I: when things get to such an extreme, you either laugh or cry. I choose the former, I hope you do too. If not, do not read on, this is not for you………………..

Week two in the Big Brother house and I suspect that reality (not the TV type) is starting to sink in. Running has now become a necessarily solitary affair where it is best to be ‘unseen and not herd’. Indeed I can only encourage you to use your extensive knowledge of Surrey’s highways and byways to find a quiet spot for some exercise if you can.

Hashing by design is a communal activity, so in extremis and in isolation the inveterate hasher may be feeling a little lost. So here’s a sideways glance at the world today……

  • I will soon need to invest in an even wider screen TV, as the social distancing on the BBC Breakfast sofa, literally goes to new lengths
  • And forget the Tokyo Olympics, come the summer there will be competitive boom mic handling as the TV sound man flexes his/her ever growing muscles to pick up a vox pop from >2 metres!
  • Covid conspiracy theories have been rife, one that I like (might have just started) is that Covid-19 is the invention of the Dastardly Stephen Fry who has sought to confine the world and thereby engender renewed interest in quizzing. Judging by the daily fevered activity on the PH3 App- his evil plan has worked!
  • Coincidence of the week is the announcement of the infection of the PM and Health Secretary on the very same day that the Govt finally announced the commencement of testing – just saying
  • It also occurred to me that the council could turn off the street lights a few hours earlier – no one would notice. And there’s going to be a ‘baby boom’ in December anyway?? I’ll skip over the possible evolution of the divorce stats…………..
  • So carry on running, I swear I heard a government minister say this week that it was appropriate to go out daily for a 1hr walk or a 30 minute run….WTF??!
  • Personally I’d like clarity on whether, if someone in my household doesn’t go out one day….can I go out twice…..or the time can be banked for a longer time out at the weekend. We should be told.
  • So in case things get worse, I’ve just ordered a dog lead on the internet and will take it with me whenever I go out running…..
  • And with all that being said, I bet that…..…..soon we’ll even be desperate enough to talk about Brexit again!

So have a great week and if you’re able to work from home, do so. In the Hawkeye family my office has been turned into a Returning Office to broadcast Sussex University election results and to host a twice weekly pub quiz!  I’m amazed there’s time for me to get in there and work/shirk as usual.

Stay safe, stay sane and hash alone. On on while in in.

Public Health warning II: this is written more for my sanity than yours.  If you are missing a regular run report, just go to the PH3 iPlayer at https://ph3.org.uk/ where into the Search box you can add any hash number (below 1884), a venue, a hare, a hasher, you name it – and receive a blast from the PH3 past!

Non Run 1 (due to Covid-19 restrictions)

I hash, you hash, we hash……….

Scribed by Hawkeye

Public Health warning I: when things get to such an extreme, you either laugh or cry. I choose the former, I hope you do too. If not, do not read on, this is not for you………………..

Heavens to Murgatroyd haven’t things gone a bit lairy! It’s been likened to conditions during the Second World War. Luckily enough I didn’t live through that period, but having once shared a night in a village hall in Dorset with Pis’t’man, I think I have a fair idea of what it was like.

Hashing by design is a communal activity, so in extremis and in isolation the inveterate hasher may be feeling a little lost. So here’s a sideways glance at the world today……

  • As a seasoned home worker, I can now see from the frenzied activity of the rejuvenated PH3 App that everyone has quickly grasped the concepts of ‘shirking’ from home.
  • Mentioning that App, I assume that anyone trying to actually ‘work’ from home, has found the ‘Mute’ button!
  • Given that 94% of all the content on this now popular app – is emoji quizzes, I suggest that when the world turns once more – Robic can extract a few pennies more from the quiz-addled PH3?
  • Of course, by working at home, statistically the chance of an office romance has gone up, while the risk of offending ‘the other half’ has gone down. Assuming of course that both partners are working from the same home…….
  • But, the TV schedules are less fun than they used to be, Hancock’s half hour usually ends with an exhortation to wash your hands and there’s not a Sid James laugh to be heard.  Meanwhile the 5pm schedule remains resolutely unchanged, it was always Pointless – just now with Boris rather than Alexander Armstrong.
  • And its amazing what >400,000 people are prepared to volunteer for, just to get out of the house,  after only three days confided to home!
  • I learned this week that Gingerly Rogers has a cracking pair of leg-ings! Sorry John it rueing the opportunity missed to contract on the new NHS Nightingale Excel(lent) hospital. And the less said about Venus’ cock the better.
  • It’s better to be six foot apart rather than six foot under and when the current Mrs Hawkeye frees herself up from remote supervising 180 kids’ maths education, I am going to invoke a land girls policy and put her to work on the allotment……maybe with a pitchfork to fend off the Merrow marauders looking to snaffle my curly kale.

So I’ll continue to work from home for another week, resigned to the fact that Romie the family cat (known to many of you) is now a central star of numerous of my company web calls and beyond e.g. https://www.instagram.com/p/B-KaTOIAvHA/

So remember to wash your hands, just like Boris is of this once proud nation, Stay safe, stay sane and hash alone. On on

Public Health warning II: this is written more for my sanity than yours.  If you are missing a regular run report, just go to the PH3 iPlayer at https://ph3.org.uk/ where into the Search box you can add any hash number (below 1884), a venue, a hare, a hasher, you name it – and receive a blast from the PH3 past!