There should be a law against runs like this. So said editor, pedantic sod and tight-arsed bastard Keeled Over when he thought that all six Hares were going to get a free run [KO: who's rattled your cage luv?]. Don't know if they did, but the spread that was laid on afterwards probably compensated in no mean way. Anyway, there was a fair band congregated at very occasional and long-ago hashers Jurgen and Andrea's house up towards Shivapuri. Following Towed Under's example last week, Connie had an attack of the vapours after the effort of setting the run, and took no further part in the day's events.

While the run briefing was being given by the somewhat long-winded Griot and Itchy Balls, a number of the senior members of the pack had a short lie-down and doze. Nine checks were announced with 3, 5 and 8 being holding (see, I was awake!), and it was clearly going to go uphill. First paper continued up the road, and to chaos at Check 1. No-one seemed to be able to find the way, and even hare Heme seemed unsure of the trail when the Hares relented and offered guidance. The Fox vanished without trace from here and it was finally [the incredible] Towed, with a little help from the Hares, who led off towards Check 2.

Keeled and a couple of others took over from here and led the way up through the forest to Holding Check 3. This section had, in climbing parlance, a couple of Grade 2 pitches, but eventually all arrived at the check. Towed again found the trail off to Check 4, closely followed by John. Once again, the pack struggled to find the way from this one but eventually the trail was found down and to the west and welcome respite at Holding Check 5. Events become a tad vague after this, possibly the result of the amount of rakshi and tequila that was consumed here.

The route continued to contour round to the west, passing just below Shivapuri Heights. Check 6 was a back-check that drew the FRBs a little way further up the hill, as was Check 7. Geoff found himself in the van from here, with the trail leading finally downwards for a brief halt at Holding Check 8. A straight run along the road found us at Check 9, close enough to home for everyone to find their own way in.

Walkers had been back for some time by the time the first runners returned, and were already tucking in to the wonderful spread of post-hash grub which, to show that it was different, offered both vegetarian and non-vegetarian veg sticks, pitta bread and homous! At this point, the threatened rain commenced, although we were fortunate enough to be away from the major downpours that affected other parts of the valley.

Eventually the Master called affairs into some kind of order and the Hares, or at least a selection of them, into the circle to face judgement. The food obviously had a major influence on the views of the pack and a score of 9.9 was soon achieved.

Only one virgin, Trina, was left; Erika and her two furballs having departed the scene already. Can't remember what Trina's doing here, but she came with someone.

Were the returnees properly fêted? I cannot remember, but certainly if they were, Root Carnal should have been among them. The weather seemed to be having an effect on the longevity of the circle by this time, and events on the run were confined to chastising bloodletters Bigfoot, John and Etienne.

Our hosts Andrea and Jurgen were thanked in the traditional way -- with a down-down for gatecrashing! -- as was the cake lady, Giselle. Next week's Hares, Night Owl and Geoff explained themselves – quite why the GM bothers with this ritual is not clear, when a more lucid account of where the run is to be will be posted by him on the webshite at some stage during the week.

Once again the GM forgot the Hashit. Once he was prompted into action, Griot nominated Towed for no reason at all, Towed nominated Etienne for his impotent dogs, and it was eventually awarded to returnee Root Carnal for his recent achievements in becoming a member of the Royal College of Tooth Doctors (plenty of teeth in that family to practice on!). This prompted a couple of horrendous puns about crowns before everyone gave up in disgust and got into the social drinking.

Jurgen brought out the guitar and soon the air was ringing with 60's and 70's folk and rock. Sounded like a good time to leave!

Massive thanks to Giselle (we assume IB had no part in it) for the catering, especially the cakes. Mrs Rotter contributed the usual fare in supplement. The Hares, bless ‘em all, managed to set a very pleasant run of around the right duration for the HHHH with just enough up and down to make the pack break sweat.