QH3 Run 848 Red Dress Run, Beeston, Nottingham

RED DRESS RUN

RUN #848
Date : Saturday 25th October 2014
Location: Beeston (NG9 1JG) 
Hares: Malteaser and Durex
Weather: Mild
Pack size: 14

This year a reasonable number turned out in red dresses so our evening looked liked a fun time rather than a transvestites' night out. A late train from Nottingham meant we started off from Beeston station (or rather the Victoria Hotel) 20 minutes behind schedule. The trail was a relatively short two-mile route around Beeston that included five further pub stops.

Pub Stop 2: The Star Inn

Pub Stop 3: The Malt Shovel

Pub Stop 4: The Last Post

Pub Stop 5: Crown Inn

Pub Stop 6: The Hop Pole

Barritone as always was well turned out for the occasion but the award for the worst fitting dress goes to Captain Oates, a size 22 wearing a size 14 tube dress. As this was also a celebration of Malteaser's big birthday the theme was actually 'old ladies red dress' and there were plenty of grey wigs. George provided us with a commentary on the state of the toilets in each pub, five stars going to the Star (so should that be six stars?).

Cpt Oates had the most poorly fitting
 dress of the evening

A quick circle was held outside the Malt Shovel where RA Butt Plug awarded DDs to newcomer George (brother of welcome back Motormouth); Chicki (being stressed and late); Captain Oates (getting lost finding his destination); and Malteaser (Hashy Birthday). At the Malt Shovel Rasher and Eager Beaver had joined the pack for their farewell Quorn Hash. Eager was wearing the red dress that has probably appeared in all Quorn Red Dress Runs - how can Eager Beaver and Too Tuf fit in the same dress? There was also a lot of discussion as to whether all Malteaser's features were genuine or not. Rasher found a comfortable place there to rest his head (and possibly a few glasses of beer). There was much wig exchanging going on - wigging?
Those who bought a round of drinks in The Last Post were a lot happier, lots of change there, as well as many inquisitive locals. In keeping with the red dress theme, Captain Oates celebrated here with a red coloured beer. Indeed, he seemed to be working his way through pretty obscure drinks at most stops. We managed to keep together as a pack up to the the fifth stop at the Crown. 
The trail reached the final stop, The Hop Pole, on schedule at about 23:00 though here we started to lose people. Skids and Malteaser disappeared into the Lebanese takeaway. Butcher's Dog and Sausage left with Eager Beaver and Rasher citing the need to go cycling the next day and another group headed off for the last train. There was a time once when on a red dress trail we would hit the clubs and were happy to catch the first train/bus the next day. It's not only Malteaser who is getting older, we all are.
On On...
Durex

Red Dress trail as planned by the hares.