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Cambridge. A city where you can discuss the mysteries of the universe with the world's finest minds. Stroll down "the backs" and breathe in the history and architecture of one of the world's most famous seats of learning.

Alternatively, you could wander along to the

Cantabrigensis Hash House Harriers

This motley crew of "drinkers with a running problem" meets every Monday at 7pm at the St Radegund pub in Kings Street, Cambridge.We, too, discuss important mysteries of the universe such as Does Size Matter? We, too, meander down ancient alleyways that time has forgotten, as indeed have the local sanitation inspectors.

A typical Monday gathering will have a mix of Town, Gown, and Yanks (sorry, that should have read "Atlantically Challenged"). Professionally our numbers include students, lecturers, computer scientists, US air base staff, a condom tester, and others who actually work for a living. We have a large female contingent, who don't quite outnumber the men but make up for it by being far more rowdy. Fitness levels vary from the Seriously Athletic to those who are looking for a short cut home by the time they reach the end of the street.

In short, everyone is welcome - just turn up - and it's free* !

How to Find us

For more info, email underwear at hashing dot org

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The story of the Inaugural Cantabrigensis Hash Ball

OK, let's be honest, there were several of us who thought the Guildhall was a bit of a dump. But after the Cantab Hash facelift, under the creative eye of chief artist Ollie, it looked absolutely superb.

 

 
There was music.. There was food...
There were dancing girls...
...and dancing men (well, they jigged up an down a bit)
There was the smart crowd...
...and, well, the other crowd..
Out of curiosity, anyone recognise the nose?
The GM put in an appearance, and managed to pull several times during the evening
"Are these the biggest you've got?" "Lower you silly cow, I can't reach them from here!" "ARRRGGGGHHHHHH!!!"
Ed demonstrates once again that no matter how well you are doing early in the evening, it's who you are with at the end of the evening that matters...

 

 

The annual river run follows a route between the St Radegund in King Street, and the Blue Ball in Grantchester, with stops for half pints in 10 pubs.

Surprisingly, some hashers and harriettes actually made it to the finish. I think somebody was even deemed to have won, though as this seemed to bear no relation to the order in which people arrived at the finish one suspects the judges had been at the beer as well....
Just what one needs after 10 pubs- another pint! Even the camera got squiffy - I'm sure Jeremy didn't have two left hands the last time I looked.
The only gay in the village? Apparently not. Such a waste with invitations like this on offer...

 

Oh dear, bringing the hash into disrepute again. An elite team of Cantab hashers managed to come 3rd out of 200+ teams in the Jersey 2008 relay race over 26 miles.

Respect to False Ozzie and Cowpat who actually made it solo round the full marathon course despite the appalling weather. You're completely mad, but well done anyway.

 

For those of you who are too mean to buy the 2009 hash calendar, this is as good as you're going to get. Several hashers celebrate the inaugural run of the newly formed "Full Moon Hash".

Having set the whole photo up, Jeremy got worried that some of the dangly and hairy bits might be beyond public decency. So apologies for the mild censorship and to those who now have Jeremy's head between their cheeks.

 

Chariots of Fire 2008, and the hash enter 5 teams. (Plus LouLou, an infiltrator from Team Tory - "drinkers with a government problem".)

And the winners(*) are...for the second year running...Cantab Hash Whippets. Excellent performance finishing the 10+ miles in under an hour. Thanks also to Yorkshire Whippet for speed training, and to our hydration consultant Bunter.

(*) Well, of the mixed team trophy, which is of course the only one worth winning. Apart from possibly the vets trophy, had we won it. But we didn't. Because they were a bunch or ringers and probably had the same guy run one of the legs twice. Amazing how much some people care about a stupid trophy.

The Cantab Hash Latecomers (left), assembled from those left standing one alcoholic Monday night shortly before the race, put in another fine performance finishing 20th of over 400 teams in a time that would have won last year.

Right are the Cantab Hash Bassets - all the teams finished in the top 25%.

And here's the Cantab Hash Chronologically Gifted vets team, who despite finishing 14th, in a time 7 minutes faster than last year's winners, only came second. Maybe next year we should just get a couple of ex-olympic Kenyans who have slipped past the 40 mark, and give them a decent bung to run three times each for us. Not much different from what the other winners do, is it? (*) (**). Not that we're bitter or bad losers or anything, of course. But do they seriously expect us to believe that a piddly little outfit of property surveyors on Castle park employs 12 runners fast enough to make up two teams finishing in the top 8? They don't even have a web site, for goodness sake. Whatever. And anyway, we beat the University women's team, which is what really matters.

(*) Allegedly.

(**) Cantab Hash Whippets excepted, naturally.
The latecomers prepare for the race. "Hasn't got one" hasn't realised that his girlfriend has gone, while Gosia might have run even faster if she hadn't sewn her tracksuit legs together. Crushy does his world famous impression of...er, being Crushy. They're off...Steve (False Ozzie)'s trousers, that is. Last time I looked behind the bar Steve and his strides were still waiting to be reunited. Typical Ozzie. Probably doesn't even wear underpants. You'll believe a barman can fly...Tim hasn't moved this fast since the last time Bunter wanted the loos repaired (1987, IIRC)
Hashers really should know better than to eat while there's a camera about. Or perhaps cowpat was snorting, hard to tell. And we really must do something about these foreigners loitering about making the place look scruffy.
Gosia (Hash Physio, www.cambridgemedicalcentre.com, 0800 121 4922 - knackered knees, tortured tootsies, and oversexed H&H runners a speciality) leads the runners through a post-run warm-down routine. Bovvered? Me? Over a stupid cup we would have won in a fair race? Absolutely not. Bastards.

 

A short athlete-free interlude at Underwear's birthday hash.

 

Grunty Fen half marathon 2008. A day of beer, exhaustion, beer, barbecue, music, and beer - courtesy of the eternally hospitable Jellybean (and Nina, of course)
"What the f**k key are you playing that thing in?"
Jellybean has injury troubles, so the pack thoughtfully arrange to have his shoes softened with the universal lubricant (i.e. beer)

Yorshire whippet wins "fastest old git in the fen" or similar (he *was* pretty quick, in fairness). The ladies team finished second, highly creduitable.

 Wasn't he in The Matrix? Or was it Reservoir Dogs?

 

 

Yippee, it's a new bridge to christen! Underwear gets to lay the first trail and checkback in May 2008; Fencef*cker goes one better in June and lays not just a trail but a beer stop on the bridge. The council may be crap at solving traffic problems, but we have to admire the inclusion of a pack-sized regroup and beer-stop area in their bridge design.

 

Nick and Isobel celebrate their engagement with a splendid black tie trail, and champagne down downs. If this is what we get for an engagement, we can't wait for the wedding! Many congratulations to the happy couple.
Amazingly, the picture above was taken *before* any alcohol had been consumed. We have no idea what Brazilian is doing, but we think we saw something like it once in "One flew over the cuckoo's nest". Or was it "Bride of Dracula?" GM Hand Job adding a new meaning to "speed bump".
Champagne down-downs...

 

Sawston Fun run 2008, and Ettles once again treats the hash to free entry, T-shirts, and best of all beer!

Desperate to get to the pub before the tab runs out, the male hashers sweep the board. Yorkshire whippet proves there is life over 40 by winning not just the middle aged FRB category but the whole race.Underwear wins the old gits category whilst Ring Sting finishes an honourable third in the youngsters category.

 

Once more the RADC branch of the Cantab hash brings it into disrepute and sends a delegation to Barcelona to run the 2008 marathon.

False Ozzie and Re-erected kindly protect Hotlips from getting caught on camera with chapel hat pegs (it was a brisk morning). As the third volunteer, there is nothing left for Fencef*cker to cover up -but that doesn't stop him having a quick grope anyway...

 

New Years eve at the Radegund, and speculation has already started on whether Nick is the right man for Isobel

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

The St Radegund pub is in the Good Beer Guide, and was once voted Cambridge Pub of the Year. Bunter the landlord is convinced they were confusing the St Radegund with some other hostelry, and has promised to make amends by being even more rude to his clientele in the future.

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