R.I.P. Compo

Sad to relate, but long time Mountin’ Sheep Compo, aka David Elliott, set off for the great Hash Kennel in the sky just recently.

Compo joined the MSH3 in the early days when he was working for the MoD in Brecon and was living in the Barracks there – more of that later!

An ex- sailor, his first mainland Hash was Cairneyhill in Scotland, and he continued to confuse the poor souls of MSH3 by insisting on laying his trails to “Cairneyhill Rules” . We reckoned it was a Scottish way of saving flour.

In 1996, Compo accompanied the combined MS and Cardiff Hash assault on the unsuspecting citizens of Cyprus for Interhash. Being Compo, he decided to do things a little differently and, in league with your obituarist, bounced through Cyprus on the way to the pre-ramble in the Gulf! How he was allowed into this abstemious area is a mystery given the copious amounts of airline booze consumed en route!

In 1998, he was a key figure in the attempt to bring Nash Hash to South Wales. Maybe the voters were put off by his legs. For clarification, Compo is the one in the middle below

I think that actually that pic was taken at his birthday party in the said barracks, which descended into quite a free-for-all during the Mess Rugby.

He used his contacts in the forces to good effect; one recalls a Gurkha curry in an abandoned building on the Sennybridge ranges for example.

Strangely for someone who managed over 100 r*ns for the Sheep there are few pictures of him, but here’s another – he’s in the straw boater and I don’t think his arms are quite long enough to elicit that squeal from Teasemaisd.

Compo met Joan round about this time and invited her to an edition of the annual SMEG based at the Hunter’s Moon in Llangattock Lingoed. As was normal with SMEGs, the trail was an all-day affair with plenty of beer stops. Most of us were back, showered and changed and enjoying the first of the evening beers when he staggered in and ordered a pint. A couple of beers later the landlord took a phone call – “Is there a David Elliott in the pub?” “Oh heck (or something similar) I forgot that Joan was waiting for me in the B&B” I don’t think he was allowed to forget that in a hurry.

Not long after he moved with Joan to Merseyside and r*n with other Hashes in the area, subsequently helping to form the MerseyThirstdays, which managed to continue throughout lockdown with virtual hashes and quiz nights.

Not long before his passing he inveigled me into taking part in the Liverpool Lions 200 Club. £5 a month wasn’t too bad after all. Month one I won £20 and month 4 I got £30, so thanks Compo, best paying bet I’ve ever taken!!

On On Compo

Horse knackered

 

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Horse in CH3 sweatshirt doing what came naturally – Bee-ing Friendly

Sad news, even if the title is a bit of fun.  Horse, also known as Cat and How Much!!??, sadly turned in his Hashing shoes on Monday at the age of somewhere in the region of 85 years.

Horse has been an ever present (apart from his regular forays to jazz festivals) since the Mountin’; Sheep H3 was set up, recording 361 r*ns and numerous Hare-ings.  He also managed quite a few more than that with Cardiff H3 I understand.

Horse was also one of the key players in the late-lamented SMEG H3.  When I moved down here in the early 1990’s I was at the time the UK On Sec for the Hash.  I looked in my own directory for somewhere to carry on my nefarious Hashing career and found SMEG.  It suggested a regular r*n.  I picked up the phone and was confronted by this mellifluous voice which agreed that it was regular – annual!  That prompted me to set up MSH3, but I still attended every SMEG that was going (and even found a lady friend through it!! (she actually fancied my dog not me)).

Amazingly, for one so careful with his money, he doesn’t leave an unpaid Hash Account – although he did try to pass off an out of date pound coin at the last but one MSH3 in Lllannnyyyddiyyyyr! (You had to be there to understand this!)

Half the time it was difficult to know what he was talking about.  Horse and Spike Milligan shared a love of what can only be described as “Talking Bollocks”  – ‘one of it’s legs are both’ being a favourite comment!  I’m sure that if he had a ‘last word’ it would have been something along the lines of “I told them I was ill!”

Obituaries like this lend themselves to being a bit maudlin, but knowing Horse as well as I did makes me want to make it as fun as possible.

He was not only passionate about Hashing, but also about (draw a deep breath now)

Real ale – can’t argue with that!!

Cricket – even if he supported Glamorgan

Jazz – kept him away from the Hash!!

Folk music – there were two empty seats in Abergavenny for Steeleye Span last night, were they his and Jenny’s??

Community transport – heaven help those poor folk who got on his Green Routes free bus

Charity walks  –  mainly for Alzheimers, but he couldn’t always remember. Took loads of money off us anyway

Voluntary work with the Wye Valley AONB

Community hydro-electric scheme – TAP (Tintern Angiddy Project) kept him occupied for many a year and found him dealing with Welsh Govt Ministers.  Unfortunately didn’t quite come to fruition.

Spitfires  – Duxford was a bit of a stomping ground for him.

Bees – found him hanging around Open Gardens trying to flog “bee-friendly plant seeds” to innocent punters – made a fortune apparently .

Cats  – miaouw

I’m sure I’ve missed a load of others, one could never tell with Horse.

From this list you’ll see that he will be sorely missed, not just by us.

One final thing – whatever the weather I don’t recall ever seeing him on the Hash in anything but very short shorts! What was in those shorts occasionally wasn’t, but that’s another story!

RIP Horse – one of nature’s real Gentlemen, with the emphasis on Gentle.  I can’t think of anyone who didn’t like/ love Horse.  He made everyone he came into contact with feel they were really special whether they were younger or older (not that many of them) than him.

It’s probably wrong to publish this obit ‘on-line’ as one of his few failings was an inability to get to grips with the dreaded internet!!

Our thoughts are with Jenny and his (“alleged”) sons.

Bye Bye Horse.  Hashing will be different in the future.

Update

Early in 2109 a few of us (Mermaid, Peter Pong, Farty, Dogbolter and I) joined with Horse’s wife Jenny and their two sons, Jeff and Richard, to lay a small plaque at the Crematorium where his ashes are scattered.

Unlike most of the plaques there, Horse’s was simple and to the point – and will no doubt cause the scratching of a few heads when non-Hashers come across it!

ON ON Horse!

 

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How Many??

Diligent research shows that the following have been foolish enough to appear on numerous occasions with MSH3

500 r*ns +

Sheepshagger

Teeny

400 r*ns +

 

300 r*ns +

Horse
Farty Pants
Half Hour

200 r*ns +

Vamp
Mermaid
Dogbolter

100 r*ns +

Two Lips
Hosepipe
Bo
Nail
B’day
Compo
Minimus
Sandy Vulva
Just Snowy