What connects the following?
And here’s a clue. They are all monikers…
If you are someone who runs merely to get to the pub, you may know the answer.
If, however, you are not one of a select but international group of people who follows blobs of flour from pillar to post, from tree to bush and ultimately to the nearest bar, you may struggle to come up with a common theme.
I’ll give you a few more clues.
They like to run through streams, preferably streams which are deep enough to soak their armpits. Saves on washing, you see.
They like to go camping in the rain, I mean what normal organisation would select Glastonbury weekend for an annual campout?
And they never, repeat never, refer to each other by the names their mothers lovingly gave them. They prefer to come up with something a little more unusual, a little more descriptive, and hopefully, just a little bit offensive.
They are, in fact, hashers, and this weekend was the first ever TVH3 Murder Mystery Party.
And these were the monikers of some of the people who watched the action unfolding before them, asked pertinent questions of the cast, and then diligently filled out the “Whodunnit” forms.
Dirty Oar filled in four forms, each with a different guess at the perpetrator. She knew there was chocolate on offer for the super sleuth who guessed the correct murderer.
Ramraider invented an unintelligible alternative to his Hash name, while one respondent who simply signed her form “Sue Smith” was ridiculed for revealing herself as the possessor of such a stupid name.
And the chalk outline that remained after the dead body removed himself from the kitchen floor has led me to wonder if it’s not perhaps our children who are the most adult among us.