Tuesday 24th February 2026
Run no. 2219
Location: AGPU and Awards Night Park Inn Kingskerswell
On-downs: Park Inn Kingskerswell
Hare: Cinders
There to witness: Whizz, Gromit, Gazunder, Abzorba, Mint, Tesco’s Finest, Dicksack, Cinders, Miss Whiplash, No Butt, Mouthful, Blackadder, Mr Bump, Skinny Dipper, Manpig, Zombie, Manuella, Grim, Not Mrs Grim, Pitbull, Cheesy, Beaver, Banger, Trenchfoot.
Gathered at the back of the pub and blocking the entrance path, the motley crew were called to circle by the GM for this planned short hash. No visitors or virgins this week and after a succinct briefing by Cinders, we were on-on to the right and out into the suburban wilderness of the back streets of Kingskerswell.
We’d only gone about 30 yards before I put my foot in it, which is quite apt as I was referring to the small alley we were in as ‘Rue De La Crap De Chien’. Complaining loudly about dog owners not picking up their canine companion’s deposits as we exited the alley, a bloke was stood with his dog, patiently waiting for the group to run/walk by.
The trail took us through Park Road and onto Woodland Avenue before we emerged onto Newton Road where Miss Whiplash had an altercation with a delightful local ‘yoof’ who was planning his worldly exit by pulling wheelies on his unlit bike in the middle of the road. Being the concerned citizen she is, MW politely pointed out that his velocipede lacked the necessary illumination required to guarantee his safety given his location. As a reward, he told Miss Whiplash where she could go, prompting MW to challenge his comment as he rode off up the road.
A discussion was held within the witnessing group as to a suitable form of retribution for the miscreant, all of which can’t be detailed in these words. However, when we turned left onto Coffinswell Lane Cinders, who was in the Cindervan, was parked at the side of the road and facing the Sloop junction where the youth was still being a twat on his bike. Miss Whiplash shouted at him to ‘pull out quickly’ then reflected on her choice of words, admitting that it may not have been the first time she’d told him to do that.
As we were on Coffinswell Lane, it seemed obvious that we were going straight up onto the footpath over the hill and into Coffinswell village and yes, we did. At the summit, a group of hashers were called to order by Miss Whiplash and instructed to turn off head torches for a cheeky spot of stargazing. Constellations observed included the Plough, Orion’s Belt, EZY2308 to Tenerife and Greater Chlamydia.
From the vantage point at the top of the hill, the FRB’s on the longs could be seen via trotting through Coffinswell, easily identifiable by their bobbing headtorches. Us walkers carried on down the hill, through the village and along Under Way before emerging back onto Newton Road and turning right on to Coles Lane and On Home to the pub.
Tesco’s Finest kicked off proceedings for the AGPU and Awards Night, distributing agendas and cash reports which had been diligently prepared by Mint, only to be recycled into paper planes within seconds of being placed on tables. Our GM then gave the traditional hash salute before taking us through the Agenda. I won’t detail the outcome of the AGPU within these words as the minutes will cover any decisions made.
Andy from the pub served up sausages, chips and sundries, all delicious and swiftly devoured.
Tesco’s then took us on to the Awards for 2025.
Winners were:
Hasher of the Year – Whizz
Most Improved Hasher – Blackadder
Best Lay -Skinny Dipper
Worst Lay – Boggy
Pillock of the Year – Banger
Sneezy Memorial Award- Gromit for his outstanding flexibility
Best Pub – Park Inn (of course!)
All in all, a splendiferous evening, well done to all award winners and many thanks to Tesco’s Finest plus the mis-management for organising the event.
On On
Mr Bump
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