R*n Report #881 – 29th July 2018

Lonely Associates to the rescue La Hash-Ronde Des Collines Nicoises Nothing was said of course, but you could feel the disappointment over the internet. No one was blamed but we’d missed the deadline!! Training regimes were being hatched, imaginations buzzing for outfits, taste buds reminiscing those muscular Bellet wines, but to no avail! Les authorities…

RHHH R*n 858 – A Tall-ish Tale   It was the Nina, the Pinta and the Santa Maria all over again. I was sailing to the new world, from the land of the Crêpe to the land of the Grappa. A sea change: The Gulf of Genoa. The new world where our breath slowed, ending the…

RHHH R*n 856 -The Tale of the Lost Scribe… Apart for a few early birds the reunion party started that Friday evening. People with familiar smiles but unremembered hash names arrived in throngs. Many from Switzerland, some from Ireland, newcomers from England, came to swell the Riviera flock. It wasn’t just seasonal migration; rather an…

When the RA asked me if I would write the run report I hesitated at first as I have been a bit out of practice with literary efforts and, like a good trail, the run report does demand the application of the 7 Ps- though we haven’t been seeing much of them lately. But I…

Tight Wad and Buns build up an appetite for their OnOn Last time I wrote a run report, Sadist had also decided to knock one off, meaning that you lucky readers were able to get 2 for the price of 1. Well, you got Sadist’s fine oeuvre and also my drivel as the special “bargain basement post-Christmas” one thrown…

Cagnes Y Lacey ride again Crisis, what crisis? A hole in the diary (no, not a**hole in the diary) was valiantly filled by our very own Canadian Mountie Farty Bum. To the rescue again, hurrah! Once Farty Bum had taken the initiative, hashers were queuing up to help her and it fell to Lonely, fresh…