About this run

This run took place during a camping weekend in the ancient community of Steyning. The whole affair started as a conversation amongst a few of the usual suspects in the spring. Cock Burns started to put a plan together and then Bika joined in and the nucleus of what was supposed to be a small group of us enjoying a camping weekend at a campsite where She Wee and Wayne had parked their caravan for the summer. From the moment that Cock Burns put out the tentative plan for the camping weekend on our WhatsApp group it snowballed. Somehow or other Hashers throughout the universe, well at least from parts as far away as Oxford and Weymouth started to book places at the campsite. The campsite owner had to blow the whistle and shout "no more". Bouncer from Brighton HHH joined in. An actual meeting was held at chez Cock Burns where she and Bika hammered out a timetable, and costing, there were spreadsheets and polls, and special Tee Shirts, and a Hash on both Saturday and Sunday, and a fancy dress pub crawl, and a beer tent, and picnic, and BBQ and games and, and, and. When the snowball stopped, a total of 56 hashers were able to get under the wire, some didn't. The amount of time and effort needed to organise this weekend can't be over stated. Cock Burns and Bika took the lions share, others, Bouncer, Wayne, Bambi, and others less visible provided support. And it's not over until the WhatsApp group is silent, even now, a week later there is lost and found going on, anyway reference to an obese female performer is no longer PC. Out of these there were 11 from Chichester, so in the following narrative there will be Hash names of which you will have no prior knowledge. Bambi's Slog, star date day 1, Friday. Arrive at campsite - want to pitch tent in the corner but Dr Blood has already put a towel down in that spot for Spiderman - we are turning into Germans slowly - my pitch now next to Layby, she has already had her erection. I start to achieve my own erection and manage quite well despite Dr Blood interrupting me a million times to ask if I need a hand. My own hand is good enough I tell him. Docleaf arrives to my other side, thank god, because Dr Blood now gives her the "do you need a hand?" treatment, she does not she tells him, she has a large Skoda Superb and a tall tent which she gets up in no time. Dr Pussy and Camping Gaz arrive to complete our end of the field. As soon as they have got theirs’ up they disappear inside and are not seen for quite a while. The Spiders arrive to remove their towel, I go over to watch them getting it up, its worth paying to watch. Dr Blood is now hovering around them, somehow Spiderman is stuck inside, feet dangling out, shouting "leave me alone", "don't touch anything", "I can do this!". Spiderwoman tells me that they foolishly "loaned" their old and trusted tent to their son to take to a festival, predictably it never returned. Old dog and new tricks is echoing around Bambi's brain cell. A short stroll reveals the "All you can drink" gazeeeeebo, name a beverage, yes, it's there. A bit further reveals the sanitation centre, sexually segregated, one shower and two Khazies per sexual preference. Will this suffice ? Time goes by. Now it's early evening, Bambi's Templar Knight costume has been donned, it's a bit hot under the long tunic, cape, chain mail cloth head dress and helmet, we sally forth to join the swelling crowd of medieval characters that are assembling. Cock Burns is like Nell Gwyn, red red smoochy lips and are those oranges under her boddace? The Ref is wearing a long tee shirt with medieval print on and archers leather arm guards. Slightly is a pirate, Jack Sparrow I think, he has black around his eyes, like cried out mascara Wayne is a knight, as he says "Once a king always a king, but once a knight is enough" She Wee is a serving wench, eager to please as always Sausage is … Full run report: https://www.chihhh.org.uk/run1090.php