The 184th Hash was on Sunday April 15th

Last things first, Blue Balls, as he was once called arrived after the run, the ceremonies, and the food.
He was forgiven as he had brought his latest invention, a nuclear powered flying machine. No jest, no hyperbole, check out the photographs.

Well, perhaps it had a couple of AA batteries instead of nuclear power but we were assured this was a prototype. Later editions will be issued to all the runners, as to be euphemistic, they are a little deficient in the alacrity department. To be blunt they are getting bloody slow and the walkers are speeding up. So with the aid of the flying back packs the congestion at styles where the runners use the slow down to take a break or even the odd nap will be avoided.

On to the run, which did not start well, with the hounds ignoring the hare's instruction to turn first right and so proceeded on towards Pevensey.
The Hares (one with the walkers and one with the runners) had devised a cunning plan to write the times of arrival at key points. The first such showed that the runners were 10 minutes behind the walkers. After their third nap they had not gained much ground by the next check and BS realising this threw in an impromptu beer check for the walkers.

Galloping Gourmet was well in the lead for the runners but ran right through a backcheck and kept on towards Catsfield. He was only a few minutes late at the beer check and received thunderous applause for his myopic misfortune.

Meanwhile late comers Playaway, 9 1/2 and Puss in Boots were devising their own hash having got lost on the real one. All were reunited at the Hares' place.

The crimes already mentioned were duly punished at the down downs where BS garnered a grand total of four beers for various transgressions mostly concerned with being a total wanker. Typical of which was following the walkers who were totally lost rather than leading them.

As a grand finale, Blue Balls was renamed Q Balls for his Bondish invention of the flying backpack.