Dear plebeians
This Thursday*, it will be the FIRST EVER THURSDAY IN MARCH 2024! THERE WILL NEVER BE ANOTHER! So, in celebration of this unique astrological event, I have commanded that a HASH be assembled in the fair hamlet of Coton, a mere two-and-a-bit miles from the steaming metropolis that is Cambridge. For those of you with the magic of googlemaps, the incantation of arrival may be found here:
https://maps.app.goo.gl/xMMqMnL7ChsJXTr16 By royal command, your Hare shall be the notorious Penis Beaker, and from the Plough in Coton shall he commence his trail-laying deviousness, and there shall the surviving hashers reconvene in order that they be allotted punishment or ...errrmm.. more punishment** for sins uncovered by the Hare, or more likely invented by their peers***.
Because I am away communing with the celestial wind-gods in Western Australia, you shall be commanded by the esteemed BRIAN, who is known to one and all as a fair and just arbiter of beer-centric discipline and a skilful master of random hash banter. Plus he's faster than you are, so you'll have no chance of running away. Resistance is futile.
I have arranged for the weather to be kiiiiinda OK, without too much mingingly-freezing slush tricking inexorably into your collective gussets. Meanwhile, over here it's a sunny 30C, the wind is filling in to 20kts SSW and I must away to shred some waves. For such are the onerous duties of a Glorious Leader. Try not to catch pneumonia whilst I am away, all of you?
GMFF
* the 7th March, for those of you that know what numbers are
** did I mention the possibility of punishment?
*** (or Brian if nobody else can be bothered to make anything up).