Three runs from the weekend just past in one shot. Saturday's long run (4.3k) in red, narrowly avoiding being taken over by the short run (2.9k) in green, with the long run requiring considerable massaging to do so. But all credit to the short run hares for not letting anything so minor as the long run get in the way of their intentions!
In the event, the short run took considerably longer than the long run to complete, probably because the "games" (about which nothing further has been heard and as far as is known for which no prizes were awarded) had the effect of slowing everyone down, whereas the body-part-search on the long run (which did at least produce some scores and possibly some prizes) had the opposite effect with the first runners in in not much more than 40 minutes.
What followed was, depending on your viewpoint, a great party or carnage, as the finest traditions of the Full Moon Hash of eschewing such uncivilized practices as circles and karaoke were thrown to the wind. But rumour has it that the croneys and their lackeys upheld HFMH's finest traditions by being the last to leave/ hit the sack at about 3:00 a.m. having drunk their way through 7 1/2 slabs of beer, a vat of red wine and a bottle of Tequila, with some assistance it must be said from the HH3 crowd who sweated it all off over a hot microphone.
Sunday's run had been advertised as a relay hare run, the first at HH3, but the notion was consigned to the "it seemed like a good idea at the time" pile when Sex Printer came to his senses and realised that the chances of anyone with half a knowledge of the area getting hold of the paper were not great, given that the HH3FRB's are not known for their acute senses of direction, and that most of them still think that a GPS is a female 4-wheel drive. Instead, Sex Printer, who had been among the last to leave at 3:00 a.m. and Sex Star whose movements went unreported, set out in the traditional way with a bag of paper and half an idea (and a GPS, it has to be said) and set what can only be described as a cracking run; 5.6k, maximum elevation 203m and total ascent 240m, it did everything a run should do even managing to turn the whole pack round on a couple of occasions and keeping most people at least in touch with the FRB's until the final in-run along the flat when we all knew where we were going anyway.
Post run, the main topic of conversation was a comparison of hang overs with Beavershot generally seeming to have had the worst of it. Short Screw got named at the circle, somehow managing to avoid being called 'short time' in Thai in favour of Sex of the Man II based on the original Sex of the Man, a name which seems to have taken on an iconic quality as the worst name ever given at HH3, and that is going some! And finally, for those who still had not had enough of each other's company there was another opportunity to squeeze in a few more beers chez Buk Toy before ringing down the curtain on the Full Moon 100th run weekend.