Tag Archives: stag night Last week I mused about my concerns for my upcoming stag party… as it turns out I really needn’t have feared! Yes despite my having spent the previous night with my head resting softly against a porcelain pillow and regardless of regaining the ability to stand mere hours before the rest of the herd arrived, […]  …It’s stag time! (Well, nearly anyway.) Yep, this coming weekend the boys are back in town… well not so much back as just “in town”… well I assume it’s town anyway, for all I know it might be on a big rock in South Dakota dressed as Stags and running from a slightly miffed Mountain […]  Happy May Day one and all! I hope you’re having a fantastic Bank holiday weekend, full of Morris Dancing and large poles you inexplicably feel compelled to dance around… or am I confusing May Day with Bachelor parties there? Dom and I spent our weekend predominantly up in Edinburgh, the city I used to call […]  God I feel awful. I woke up last night and found myself chained to a lamp-post naked from the waist down. It turns out that whilst Donald Duck pulls off this look well it’s less popular with passing grannies and, sadly, police officers. Worse still I boasted a monster hangover and the prison offered little […] |
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