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My Stag
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Tue Jul 27, 2004 2:24 am
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'ello gents. Thanks for the "concern"
I'm now back in body, if not in mind....
I'm still in quite some pain, I lay in a darkened room for the majority of yesterday, whimpering occasionally. The most exercise I had occured during a troubled moment when the remote control fell off the coffee table.
I was told on arrival "if you follow our instructions word for word, we will guarantee that you will not be MAJORLY humiliated - no nakedness, no lampposts, no trains to scotland - but you must follow EVERYTHING we say". So taking this as an "out", the punishment began. Here's what happened, minus a few ommissions which I'd rather not mention
I started drinking friday night, being greeted with 3 pints of real ale and half a pint of single malt whiskey which I had to down within 10 minutes as punishment for being late (damn traffic). Drinking continued and ended with me passing out at around 3am. I was woken up at 9am with a can of guinness being thrust into my hand and was ushered to a beer festival at 10.30am. Dressing me up in, well, I'm gonna leave that bit out...pain was inevitable as I was instructed to drink the entire beer list by 3pm. There was 21 beers.
Urgh.
Then we crawled to a park where I was made to wear a pair of flippers, handed a crate of beer and was told that we were going to do the "flipper olympics" and flippers shall be worn at ALL times and all beer shall be drank before the events are complete. Now this is no easy feat considering I couldn't walk already (21 beers and a guinness) and they were insisting I wear flippers and drink another crate of beer (that's another 24).
The arrangement was 2 teams of 6 blokes, versus me. The events included the 100m relay (so thats me doing 600m then), the long jump (where "obstructions" where allowed - as the bruises on my body prove), wrestling (more bruises) and the "dizzy stick relay". The dizzy stick relay involves running 50m, spinning around 10 times then staggering another 50m - where of course you hand the baton over to a team mate - IF YOU HAVE A TEAM MATE. So of course its not difficult to work out that I ran the whole lot and had to spin around 60 times.
Urgh.
The prize for winning was having several cans of beer tipped over your head. Ooh. I wonder who won.
After a short recess to clean up, the drinking started again, carrying on through the night to about 3am. Various dares were issued during the evening. The night finished with a curry and an enormous joint, with me passing out at around 4.30.
The following day involved a lot of groaning, a lot of food and a fair amount of snooker. Oh yeah, and grimacing when we realised that between 13 of us we'd spent almost £3000 on alcohol alone in just over 36 hours. Then I had to drive home, which took close to 7 hours because of traffic (just what you want when you're hungover).
So thats it. My stag, minus a few gritty details.
Someone give me a coffee goddamnit.
'ello gents. Thanks for the "concern"
I'm now back in body, if not in mind....
I'm still in quite some pain, I lay in a darkened room for the majority of yesterday, whimpering occasionally. The most exercise I had occured during a troubled moment when the remote control fell off the coffee table.
I was told on arrival "if you follow our instructions word for word, we will guarantee that you will not be MAJORLY humiliated - no nakedness, no lampposts, no trains to scotland - but you must follow EVERYTHING we say". So taking this as an "out", the punishment began. Here's what happened, minus a few ommissions which I'd rather not mention
I started drinking friday night, being greeted with 3 pints of real ale and half a pint of single malt whiskey which I had to down within 10 minutes as punishment for being late (damn traffic). Drinking continued and ended with me passing out at around 3am. I was woken up at 9am with a can of guinness being thrust into my hand and was ushered to a beer festival at 10.30am. Dressing me up in, well, I'm gonna leave that bit out...pain was inevitable as I was instructed to drink the entire beer list by 3pm. There was 21 beers.
Urgh.
Then we crawled to a park where I was made to wear a pair of flippers, handed a crate of beer and was told that we were going to do the "flipper olympics" and flippers shall be worn at ALL times and all beer shall be drank before the events are complete. Now this is no easy feat considering I couldn't walk already (21 beers and a guinness) and they were insisting I wear flippers and drink another crate of beer (that's another 24).
The arrangement was 2 teams of 6 blokes, versus me. The events included the 100m relay (so thats me doing 600m then), the long jump (where "obstructions" where allowed - as the bruises on my body prove), wrestling (more bruises) and the "dizzy stick relay". The dizzy stick relay involves running 50m, spinning around 10 times then staggering another 50m - where of course you hand the baton over to a team mate - IF YOU HAVE A TEAM MATE. So of course its not difficult to work out that I ran the whole lot and had to spin around 60 times.
Urgh.
The prize for winning was having several cans of beer tipped over your head. Ooh. I wonder who won.
After a short recess to clean up, the drinking started again, carrying on through the night to about 3am. Various dares were issued during the evening. The night finished with a curry and an enormous joint, with me passing out at around 4.30.
The following day involved a lot of groaning, a lot of food and a fair amount of snooker. Oh yeah, and grimacing when we realised that between 13 of us we'd spent almost £3000 on alcohol alone in just over 36 hours. Then I had to drive home, which took close to 7 hours because of traffic (just what you want when you're hungover).
So thats it. My stag, minus a few gritty details.
Someone give me a coffee goddamnit.
Tue Jul 27, 2004 3:12 am
boke? you mean chunder?
very surprisingly, out of 13 blokes who don't normally drink much nowadays and had binged beyond their means, not one person was ill. just luck I suppose....oh yeah, and a hell of a lot of food thats "bad for you" (friday - burger king and kebab, saturday - all day breakfast, pizza, kebab and curry, sunday - breakfast stottie and burger king)
Therefore, my scientific study of binge drinking has proven that you can never have too much of a bad thing
thanks for the coffee by the way
very surprisingly, out of 13 blokes who don't normally drink much nowadays and had binged beyond their means, not one person was ill. just luck I suppose....oh yeah, and a hell of a lot of food thats "bad for you" (friday - burger king and kebab, saturday - all day breakfast, pizza, kebab and curry, sunday - breakfast stottie and burger king)
Therefore, my scientific study of binge drinking has proven that you can never have too much of a bad thing
thanks for the coffee by the way
Tue Jul 27, 2004 7:20 am
Why do I get a picture of Grom being taken to a German beer festival. The question then being whether he was dressed up in lederhosen, far too mundane, or a dirndl (my guess) with a blond wig with pig tails and perhaps even a little apron of some sort. 
*checks planet gromit to see if anything mentioned ... no, no updates since July 23*
*checks planet gromit to see if anything mentioned ... no, no updates since July 23*
Tue Jul 27, 2004 11:03 am
Hmmmmmm, somehow, I am having the idea that Little Monkey won't be reading this at all, with the "mature" details attached, I think Taw pondered whats safe for the boy and told him to stay from this thread at all time, but then again, thats just my Socialistic/Communist mind at work....