The 1st Hash of The New Year was on
Sunday January 7th.

Lord of the Farts had his speech ready. After thanking his mother, junior school teacher and his probation officers he went on to warn us of mud, traffic on the road, global warming and men with big guns.
He failed to warn us of falling Bushsqatters or the fact that there are many better things to rub against naked legs than wet dogs.

The men with big guns had failed to appear, but they obviously got tired waiting for us all night in the bushes, so they had erased a section of the trail instead.
After poking around several rabbit holes Jobsworth found his prize. The Brewer Rabbits had been busy all year and had made enough for all and a special two year old brew for the G.M.
The brewer rabbits are close cousins to the Easter Bunnies but have a penchant for hashers and turn rabbit droppings into beer, or at least that's what it tasted like.

After much more mud in Fore Wood a tired and filthy bunch of hashers turned out onto the Crowhurst road. The police were waiting for us back at the station; apparently some pervert was flashing young ladies in the area. Whilst the ladies dashed off for a quick look Jobsworth hid under his car for some reason.

There were usual suspects at the down-downs with hands in pockets and chewing gum in class. A special award was made for Bushsquatter who has been bragging all year about going for a dip in the sea on New Year's Day. It turned out that on that day the sea had waves on it so she didn't go. Thoughtfully the RA made up a bucket of seawater on the spot for her. Unfortunately she didn't have to drink it. The RA just splashed a little of it on her. This was a bit too tame for Bushsquatter so she started throwing mugfulls of it over everyone. Luckily, the resident hash enforcer, Dancing Queen saved us all and dumped the bucket on her.