Ian Cumming 1931-2015 (Hashing 1961-2015)

Ian was born in London, England in 1931, and hashing gained a future star (although it didn’t realize it at the time, as it was not started until 1938). In 1940, during the Second World War, Ian and his sister, like many other London kids, were evacuated to Canada. He liked to tell the story about how he and his sister were delayed on the trip from London to Liverpool, and missed the ship they were supposed to catch, a fortunate delay as that ship was torpedoed. In 1944, Ian returned to UK and to Uppingham School where he made a name for himself by being the first person to walk around Rutland, the smallest county in England, in 24 hours. He found walking with a pack on his back enjoyable so he joined the British Army in the Lancers (they of “Charge of the Light Brigade”). He also joined Esher Rugby Club, his first introduction to singing the many Hash songs he later so often entertained us with. In 1950, Ian climbed Mt. Snowdon in Wales and was immediately promoted to Second Lt., and in 1951, was drafted to Suez, Egypt, where there are no mountains at all. In 1952, he left the army and joined Gestetner, (for younger readers Gestetner made a stencil duplicating machine, which was great for running off hash circulars), where he worked until 1992. The company posted him to various countries in Europe and East Africa until, in 1956 he was sent to Indonesia where he met his future wife, Jane, who was working with MI6, the British secret service; presumably he was...
Polar Bear Hash

Polar Bear Hash

Photo Credit: Kyle Gorjanc 1/18/2015 Polar Bear Hash BH3 #759 NYCH3 #1620 Hare: Cheeky Bastard (LIVE!!) On In: Peggy O’Neill’s Scribe: Six Inches, Ladies All our rain are belong to you. Holy crap, hashers. We were fresh off the plane from a sunny week in Jamaica (the actual Jamaica, not the one in Queens) and We thought it’d be nice to continue Our pleasant runnings and swimmings and drinkings that We’d been up to all week. So We came to the Polar Bear Hash. How much different could the weather be? Apparently 30 in Jamaica and 30 in New York are two completely different things. Being the American, We just assumed that the rest of the world followed along with Us. It makes Us wonder what the British mean when they call it a pint! We mean, how big is it when they do it, you know? So, the day was rain. Everyone risked drowning while crossing the street, just to get to Peggy’s. Actually, that was just to get out of the subway. The Hashers stood in Peggy’s and eyed each other, seeing who was badass enough to run the trail that wasn’t yet laid. Also, CPA asked who was running. And that’s how we really knew. CPA is quite clever, and his method was much more reliable than the previously mentioned eyeing. Cheeky Bastard took off to lay the trail. Speedo Gonzalez gave the chalk talk. He was near a bit of chalk, but nowhere near outside where these things generally take place. There were many HINO (Hashers In Name Only) who remained behind to make sure that...

NYCH3 #1586

Date: 5/21/14 Hares: Whistle Bitch and Doggie Erectus Start: Bleeker Street Bar On In: TriBeCa Tavern Write-ups are BACK So, today was a special day. We all remember Whistle Bitch’s virgin trail, all those years ago (2013) on a fateful night in Brooklyn. We inferred that she would be a good enough hasher. Tonight she completed the metamorphosis, got into the back of a cab with Doggie Erectus, and squeezed out a cute little 3.25 mile trail. Like many of our first times, this one started awkwardly for Whistle Bitch and her older, seasoned partner. They left the Bleecker Street Bar and started up in a cab, dutifully bag hagging, through TriBeCa, when the cabbie kicked them onto the street. They handled it well; many of us have been there. It can be hard to perform, especially if you’ve been thinking about it for a whole week. The drink check was expertly handled. Your narrator, along with Geordi LaForeskin, brought the pack to FLAVORTOWN with DeLish brand cranberry juice AND lemonade, both seasoned with Devil’s Spring Vodka, Guy Fieri Style. Yes, New Jersey’s finest Vodka for Whistle Bitch. The pack enjoyed these Duane Reade brand concoctions on the corner of West Street and North Moore. The pack finished up on TriBeCa Tavern. It’s cool the Hares got the okay beforehand. Songs/Accusations: Hymm to the Hares: Whistle Bitch and Doggie Erectus Visitors: Just Alex: Australia by way of Tokyo (All Australians, born illegitimate). Virgins: Christy, Raj and Alex came thanks to the expert caress of Chokes on Dick. What a Cunt! Made Ginger Come; Justin made Himself Come. Just Sean...

Scotland Day R*n NYCH3 #1476

Scotland Day R*n NYCH3 #1476 When: Sunday, April 15, 2012, 3pm Hares: Legs Lesley, Mean Jean, Fire in the Piehole Start/Pre-lube: Caledonia Scottish Pub – 2nd Ave bet. 83rd St & 84th St On-In: Danny & Eddie’s, 1st Ave & 86th St Scribe: Eager for Beaver JMs in the Circle: T*t Totaller and Pimpy Longstocking This thing you hold in your hands – not that thing, this thing – is called a write-up.  In ancient times, as far back as April of last year, so-called scribes would be chosen to write about the hash in which she or he just participated. This story would summarize events at the start, on trail, and at the on in.  Someone with access would use a device called a copy (or even more ancient Xerox) machine to print the story on something our ancestors called paper.  These copies would be left conspicuously at the on-in for recovering hashers to kill time between beers.  While this lost art has been revived especially for today’s hash, I wouldn’t expect to see another actual write-up for at least another year. I’ve been told that we’ve celebrated the end of Tartan Week ever since the English majority in the hash allowed Scots to join – 8 years, apparently.  Historically, the pack would prelube at St. Andrews Pub, so-called, “The only Scottish Restaurant and Bar in New York City”.  This year, however, we met the hares at Caledonia Scottish Pub (possibly “The only Scottish Pub in New York City”?) on the Upper East Side. The trait that both venues share – really fucking expensive beer – ensured that...

NYCH3 #1495, HALT R*N!

Wednesday, August 22, 2012, 7pm NYCH3 #1495, HALT R*N! Hares: Just Steve & Flabbio The night temperature was perfect, warm but not too sweaty.  The pack set off for this HALT run – hashers against long trails which promised no more than two miles and stuck faithfully to that gauge. But its particularity was the way each element of the trail meshed with the next in the beauty that it held.  First we were treated to bright orange on a glass skyscraper on the edge of the water, put there by the setting sun, albeit the river was East.  Then up the steps to well-known Waterside and down again with the characteristic horn of a ship pulling out from the marina.  Not the Health and Racquet ship, a big one.  We ran alongside the river south in the new round Manhattan park with round metal grid tables where people were having their cocktail glasses of wine.  The earthen paths were separated from the concrete one by narrow bands of yellow ribbon.  Then a little later we crossed the road (and the FDR) into Stuyvesant Town.  I clammed up.  I was afraid.  The trail was very well marked but sporadic, to provide a challenge.  It was ok but I didn’t breathe easily till the other side.  And the trail did take all the twists and turns.  That is how we came upon the absolutely beautiful substantial burgeoning fountain in the center of the park.  And then again back down into town, on eighteenth street.  I looked because we passed three lovely houses niched on the south side of that street. ...