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In honour of Vipros' recent stag weekend, tell us tales of your best or worst lads' or girls' trips away. Extra points for stories that end up in either a cell or a hospital bed.
Alt: What's the best breakfast cereal? I've recently developed a fetish for granola, but have been assured this is 'boring'.
(, Wed 29 Jun 2011, 10:28, 134 replies, latest was 15 years ago)
I particularly dislike all the sweetened ones.
My stag do was chilled out and didn't involve any trips to cells or hospitals. None of us managed to fall off the cliffs, despite being quite quite drunk.
(, Wed 29 Jun 2011, 10:30, Reply)
as the range of ages of the guests was from 13 to 65+. We had a night in the local pub, where a dance teacher taught us a two minute routine to pop hits of the day. I learned that I am a total spaz and can't dance for shit.
But there was alcohol, and pic'n'mix on the tables.
(, Wed 29 Jun 2011, 10:32, Reply)
with booze, smoking, music, food and surfing. They couldn't have got it more right really. Aside from surfing like a complete retard because I was hungover and tired, everything was great.
We had about £300 worth of curry delivered to the campsite on Saturday night. They even brought us plates and cutlery. It was excellent. Really good curry as well.
(, Wed 29 Jun 2011, 10:34, Reply)
Last stag do I went on was Tayyab's at 5pm followed by a bar to ourselves. No indignity, no nudity, no wankers.
(, Wed 29 Jun 2011, 10:57, Reply)
Even tracked down an old mate we'd not seen in 13 years or something to come along.
The last one you were on sounds good. Much better to do without the forced behaviour and ritual crap.
(, Wed 29 Jun 2011, 11:02, Reply)
"Last stag do I went on"
"no wankers"
Hmmmm. Is that the smell of burning undergarments?
(, Wed 29 Jun 2011, 11:03, Reply)
(, Wed 29 Jun 2011, 11:04, Reply)
I'm disppointed, Monty. Even you can do better than "I know you are, but what am I?"
(, Wed 29 Jun 2011, 11:17, Reply)
Listen mate, you're pretty shit, we all know that, but you're not this shit. Pull yourself together, man! Call me a bender, or a flid, or a deacon or something. You're less inspired than AA for pity's sake.
(, Wed 29 Jun 2011, 11:26, Reply)
Happy days.
(, Wed 29 Jun 2011, 10:34, Reply)
if indeed they were perky.
(, Wed 29 Jun 2011, 10:35, Reply)
They said 'tip' not 'tit'.
(, Wed 29 Jun 2011, 10:38, Reply)
It was fucking dingy and you had to bring your own booze.
(, Wed 29 Jun 2011, 10:39, Reply)
and a crowd.
alt: Crunchy nut cornflakes
(, Wed 29 Jun 2011, 10:36, Reply)
We simply went to a few nice pubs in Chester, and had a cracking day where we got pissed, and talked shite. It was great.
Alt: Coco Pops.
(, Wed 29 Jun 2011, 10:38, Reply)
three of them involved staying in cornwall (two at the same place), surfing and eating curry, the other one was a jaunt to Amsterdam with a bunch of hardened stoners. We stayed on a sailing barge a bit out of town. That was great. I think we also ate curry.
(, Wed 29 Jun 2011, 10:39, Reply)
(, Wed 29 Jun 2011, 10:41, Reply)
I had little money after the first night, but my father was also there so he lent me some; to get into a strip club.
It only got worse as upon being asked by a stripper if I wanted a private dance, I explained that it was embarrassing enough to borrow money from my father already, but to request further funds so she could clamber about my person would be too far. All very amicable until she told me that I needed a shower anyway as I stunk.
(, Wed 29 Jun 2011, 10:45, Reply)
Good- and probably only exclusively- girls' trip away was going to Barcelona- seeing the sights, going to the beach, and getting trapped in clubs that wouldn't let you out until you'd bought a 10€ drink. We escaped by stealing the "OUT" tickets they had by the bar. Bad girls :/
I've never been hospitalised by drinking, though I have suffered memory loss, lots of petechiae on my face and around my eyes, and made some catastrophically bad decisions. How I laugh about them. Not really.
Alt: Raisin wheats, eaten without milk. I could eat them forever.
(, Wed 29 Jun 2011, 10:47, Reply)
That sounds like a bad thing to have on your face. And seriously, not being let out of a club? I would have started talking very loudly about the British Embassy.
Good call on the alt, though wheat doesn't like me very much. I never have milk on cereal though.
(, Wed 29 Jun 2011, 10:53, Reply)
Doesn't hurt, though. The marks, that is. Vomiting is highly unpleasant.
It's one of the few cereals that is better dry. Muesli is another one. I hate soggy muesli.
(, Wed 29 Jun 2011, 10:58, Reply)
there was a chocolate & raisin one. That was awesome. Then they stopped making it.
Wow, I know all the best stories.
(, Wed 29 Jun 2011, 10:58, Reply)
It tasted far better than I am willing to admit.
(, Wed 29 Jun 2011, 11:02, Reply)
But when I do go out, they usually end up being very weird. Like a Scottish female friend of mine dragging me and several friends into a lapdance club and paying for private dances for each of us, including her boyfriend. Poor lad was so confused.
Oh, and the best cereal? Cinnamon Toast Crunch.
(, Wed 29 Jun 2011, 10:48, Reply)
When they changed the name to Cinnamon Grahams it was the end of an era.
(, Wed 29 Jun 2011, 11:06, Reply)
a golden, crunchy, cinnamon-y, time, when I would eagerly get up early to enjoy a bowl before work. I blame that name change for all that has gone wrong in my slovenly, apathetic life.
(, Wed 29 Jun 2011, 11:20, Reply)
It's okay. I'm in bed. It's cosy. How're you?
(, Wed 29 Jun 2011, 10:58, Reply)
It's not really working so well.
(, Wed 29 Jun 2011, 11:00, Reply)
They're Grrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrreaaaaaaaaaaaaaate!
(, Wed 29 Jun 2011, 10:56, Reply)
hence the feasibility of the "Tim Tam Slam".
(, Wed 29 Jun 2011, 11:07, Reply)
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(, Wed 29 Jun 2011, 11:09, Reply)
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Hideous.
Alt: cereal = meh
(, Wed 29 Jun 2011, 10:55, Reply)
(, Wed 29 Jun 2011, 11:28, Reply)
(, Wed 29 Jun 2011, 11:28, Reply)
I'm more concerned by the £300 bracelet. What a fucking bender.
(, Wed 29 Jun 2011, 10:59, Reply)
dark red on white. I loved those shoes, man....
*cries uncontrollably*
(, Wed 29 Jun 2011, 11:05, Reply)
Recent stag weekends included Riga and Warsaw. Both of them are ex-communist concrete hellholes, except Riga's been restored in part and has some very, very nice areas. The women in both countries were spectacular.
(, Wed 29 Jun 2011, 11:01, Reply)
Is that they were organised "Stag experience weekends" with quads and so on. I'm British, I don't need to pay for advice on how I should get drunk.
(, Wed 29 Jun 2011, 11:05, Reply)
who told me I should take it in case "I changed my mind" and I was wearing a mankini with brogues...
(, Wed 29 Jun 2011, 11:03, Reply)
I had no idea that what the girls were doing either until they ripped them off...
(, Wed 29 Jun 2011, 11:08, Reply)
rather than strip joint, then I feel a nice warm sensation on my armpits then, RRRRRRRRRIP
(, Wed 29 Jun 2011, 11:13, Reply)
Still the best weekend away I've ever had.
Started with pints of Guinness at 6.30am in Birmingham airport, then Champagne on arrival at Prague airport. Having found a head-shop that was prepared to sell us some weed, we continued to drink through the rest of Friday, ending up in a bar that had live music and an upstairs seating area overlooking the room, with its own bar with a friendly Australian barman, that was just big enough for the 10 of to sit in. This 20hrs+ of drinking set the pace for the weekend.
Saturday afternoon was spent drinking beer chased down with a local digestif in various cellars around Prague. That night we went for a curry; had cocktails & live music in a jazz club; visited the obligatory strip club (despite a couple of conscientious objectors in the group) where I experienced my first and only lapdance (an unsurprisingly unerotic experience); ending the night in the casino at the basement of our hotel (the rather nice 5* Prague Hilton, which we got at a bargain rate from a mate's girlfriend who worked for Hilton).
Sunday found us drinking cocktails all day until our flight home late that evening, where the lovely Czech Airlines stewardesses plied us with booze all the way back home.
I'd get married again just to experience that all again.
(, Wed 29 Jun 2011, 11:09, Reply)
And nobody tried to stitch me up will silly costumes/games/usual stag idiocy.
(, Wed 29 Jun 2011, 11:14, Reply)
It should be hedonistic and debauched
(, Wed 29 Jun 2011, 11:14, Reply)
(, Wed 29 Jun 2011, 11:14, Reply)
Well, he was a shire-horse.
(, Wed 29 Jun 2011, 11:17, Reply)
www.bbc.co.uk/news/uk-politics-13957587
Good. You can get stabby with people.
Bad. I'd imagine that most burglars will now be tooled up.
(, Wed 29 Jun 2011, 11:25, Reply)
I've left the back window open for you
(, Wed 29 Jun 2011, 11:27, Reply)
and rather than stab him my mum spoke to him and it turned out that he was staying at his mates house next door, had come home late and found himself locked out and had gone round the back and climbed through the wrong window. We took him next door and all was well. I told a Merkin friend who simply said "He'd be dead here, I'd have shot him"
(, Wed 29 Jun 2011, 11:42, Reply)
if someone comes in my house I'm going to set about them with a cutlass and a crowbar and it's nice to know that I can.
(, Wed 29 Jun 2011, 12:13, Reply)
We had been on a night out and were slightly drunk and my best man and I were walking home proudly protecting three young ladies in our group from all the dangerous murderers and rapists. My best man offered a couple of guys across the street a chip and when they accepted said "No they're mine!" and laughed. The two guys followed us up the road yelling and shouting. We were still half a mile from home but very close to my mums place so I thought we would nip in to mums house, wait for them to bugger off and then go home. In we pop, keeping very quiet so as to not wake my dear mother and the two guys stand outside. Suddenly there's this almighty crash and I run to the front door to see it has been kicked so hard that the door still attached to the frame is half in a half out of the house wedged in by the top right and bottom left of the frame. The deadlocks and hinges had held but the entire frame hadn't. I tried to get out of the house to give chase but the door was jammed shut so I called the police and explained to my now awake mother what had happened. The police arrived and said "We saw it on CCTV we've arrested them but we've arrested your mate too" We then noticed my best man was missing. When I was trying to get the door open he had gone to the kitchen, grabbed a knife and climbed out of the window and chased them. When the police found them he had one up against a wall with the knife pointed at him. The policeman was very nice and said he would do what he could, the next morning he was released with a caution for carrying an offensive weapon in public, we were thankful, it could have been a lot worse. The door cost £800 to fix and the scrotes were only fined £300 each. Still insurance paid up. 6 months later my mum received a package in the post, the contents, one small kitchen devil knife returned by the police.
Alt. Weetabix
(, Wed 29 Jun 2011, 11:29, Reply)
(, Wed 29 Jun 2011, 11:34, Reply)
The guy was my best man though, this happened after I got married
(, Wed 29 Jun 2011, 11:37, Reply)
You went
Yes, I know you said front door, but back doors are far more amusing
Edited for accuracy.
(, Wed 29 Jun 2011, 11:35, Reply)
I said night out and mentioned he was my best man. You're right about the rest though
(, Wed 29 Jun 2011, 11:37, Reply)
my best friend here at work made a massive balls up recently in losing some confidential documents; now she has an initial meeting with Hr about it.
it's the initial that worries me.
(, Wed 29 Jun 2011, 11:35, Reply)
filippant reply is flippant.
(, Wed 29 Jun 2011, 11:37, Reply)
The last bunch I worked for were absolute cunts, and would go postal over every petty little thing.
(, Wed 29 Jun 2011, 11:39, Reply)
but I don't know quite how sensitive the document was so it's hard to tell. We deal with a lot of data so secruity is paramount...
(, Wed 29 Jun 2011, 11:42, Reply)
I blame NuLabour
(, Wed 29 Jun 2011, 11:54, Reply)
I've been here 16 years.
I've been here since Lusty was 9.
*cries*
(, Wed 29 Jun 2011, 12:06, Reply)
I'm going to be in Newcastle watching Iron Maiden.
(, Wed 29 Jun 2011, 12:10, Reply)
There are some good acts on.
And Judas Priest.
(, Wed 29 Jun 2011, 12:12, Reply)
It's actually JPs last ever UK show, I think, but having seen them 3 times before I don't actually rate them particularly as a live act.
An yes, I realise you don't rate them as any kind of act. But I do. So fuck you.
(, Wed 29 Jun 2011, 12:15, Reply)
Not like doon here, eh?
(, Wed 29 Jun 2011, 12:14, Reply)
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