My brothers stag night.
Since my own stag night is only 4 months away, and this is going to come up in his best mans speech at my wedding, I thought I'd post the tale of how I failed miserably at being my brothers best man.

The year was 1997, it was november and it was my brothers stag do 'oop north'.

The plan was to go and watch him play rugby in the afternoon with some friends and any one else that was out on the 'do', and then to turn out in the evening on a pub crawl after getting something to eat.

I'd been drinking all afternoon with his friends and mine while at the rugby and later on we'd headed back to the grooms house to have a buffet that his wife to be had put out. It was during the buffet part of the night that I foolishly decided that what I needed to do in order to liven up the stag do was to drink a bottle of Southern Comfort.

I don't remember the first pub we got to, but the first pub was as far as I got.

Apparently I was found lying in the trough of the urinal, trying to pick up some change that I'd dropped, by the bride to be's brother.

My mum was phoned to come and take me home, and the next thing I remember is waking up in bed, stinking slightly of piss.

Not my finest moment that one. And I've never lived it down.
( Evil Bastardo, Fri 25 Mar 2011, 15:55, Reply)