22nd August 2026
The hash began with a picture of Sir Prancelot's favourite bouncy castle, which, unfortunately, wasn't on route so we didn't get to play on it. Beer Sniffer dragged the long suffering Horny Devil along as she was hungover (again!), and had ordered lovely weather which was most appreciated.
The route took us around various parts of Levenshulme, mostly off piste but some urban as expected. Turning up at the beer stop however the pack were less than enamoured to find that the bar wasn't yet open! After a few minutes (or an interminably long wait, depending on who you ask and how thirsty they were) the bar was opened, and we duly shuffled inside for some well earned scoops. Some of the pack decided (unwisely I may add) to order food, which sent the kitchen into a fluster and was about as rapid as a not very rapid thing. We had to leave some of the pack behind to scoff, as time was getting on.
We then made a wending way back to the on-inn, where our Cornish contingent rapidly espied a sign saying Pasties. Taking their lives in their hands, this plucky duo sampled these culinary delights but, as expected, were let down by the abysmal efforts. They filled a gap, but aren't going to win the Global Pasty Championships.
Down down's were administered and the pack and hares had a lovely post hash natter and downed a few more bevvies. On on!
Hares: Beer Sniffer & a hungover Horny Devil
Attendees: Back Passage, Beano, Black Forest Twat-O, Cwoardelia Snatch, Dancing Delight, Flicky Licky, G-String, Ladykiller, Piss Puppet & Sir Prancelot
The hash began with a picture of Sir Prancelot's favourite bouncy castle, which, unfortunately, wasn't on route so we didn't get to play on it. Beer Sniffer dragged the long suffering Horny Devil along as she was hungover (again!), and had ordered lovely weather which was most appreciated.
The route took us around various parts of Levenshulme, mostly off piste but some urban as expected. Turning up at the beer stop however the pack were less than enamoured to find that the bar wasn't yet open! After a few minutes (or an interminably long wait, depending on who you ask and how thirsty they were) the bar was opened, and we duly shuffled inside for some well earned scoops. Some of the pack decided (unwisely I may add) to order food, which sent the kitchen into a fluster and was about as rapid as a not very rapid thing. We had to leave some of the pack behind to scoff, as time was getting on.
We then made a wending way back to the on-inn, where our Cornish contingent rapidly espied a sign saying Pasties. Taking their lives in their hands, this plucky duo sampled these culinary delights but, as expected, were let down by the abysmal efforts. They filled a gap, but aren't going to win the Global Pasty Championships.
Down down's were administered and the pack and hares had a lovely post hash natter and downed a few more bevvies. On on!
Hares: Beer Sniffer & a hungover Horny Devil
Attendees: Back Passage, Beano, Black Forest Twat-O, Cwoardelia Snatch, Dancing Delight, Flicky Licky, G-String, Ladykiller, Piss Puppet & Sir Prancelot
