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The Guy Fawlkes Hash

Last Updated (Tuesday, 30 November 1999 01:00) Written by Stevie Blunder Saturday, 08 November 2008 19:23

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This hash was in honour of a foiled plot to blow up the people who govern us. It also coincided with the last call for a man who will go down in history as the man who blew up anything he did not understand. (mostly everything) As for our hash there were a few things we would like to brush off and to symbolise it we made an effigy to represent the bad and the ugly.
The construction of the Guy was actually carried out by the only non Anglo-Saxon of the group so the results were mixed. To give some credibility a whip was added.... It all ended in flames as it should. Skin Flick disgusted by the hash songs produced her own version (soon to be found on our song list). The song was so well executed and appreciated that it ended up with Guy.
As for the rest of the trail... We were relieved to find out that against all odds, the RA missing topping them all, it did not rain on a Monday night. The trail was different and misleading, in fact so misleading that the hare himself got confused. The Hare, Pee Man was particularly pleased when not only did we fall for all the standard false trails, we also went in all directions in a 3 point falsy.
So far so good. It seemed obvious that the trail would lead to the Frida bar for our beer stop. It was not to be... in fact it went on to the Beer stop we normally go to when we got to Cecco's. Well as long as we get our beer who cares. We finally made it, running much more than we had anticipated. The waiters greeted us with a simile, it had been a while, some things had changed, not sure what but most notably no nibbles. Well we did come for the beer... who's for a big one?.... Ms Bean our hash cash says nothing but turns red.... Well you can guess the rest. I tried to use my charm to get some beer on credit... just as well we had some beer for the circle.
The way back was a question of getting there as best as possible without dehydrating which meant as fast as possible for some, slowly for others only to find out that those who had the keys to the beer took a short cut and the fast ones spent the next 1/2 hour looking for them.
The only other oddity of the weird night was Maximus  pointing out the poles and Skin Flick doing all she could to jump them. They are after all an odd couple.
Once back at the restaurant the owner told us that the place was full.... WHAT. No worry we ended round the block and had a Kings meal.

Note: Any reference to people or placed is purely coincidental.