
Mictoboy asks: Everybody knows that stag and hen parties are a veritable gateway to Hell, and quite the worst thing to happen to anybody full stop. So, tell us what happened.
( , Thu 30 Jan 2014, 16:00)
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Went on a big-house-in-the-middle-of-nowhere stag do, twenty of us, mostly 40-something pro- or ex-musicians, a mini-bus and a space-bus loaded to the gunwhales with beer and rot-gut scrumpy, our pockets stuffed with MASSIVE drugs and two huge hampers of pies and cheese. Three hours solid drinking in the pub beforehand, three more en route. We got there without incident, and over the next two days, drank all the booze, smoked crippling amounts of weed, played music at stupid volumes, did the washing up, bagged up the empties, and came home again. Mind you, someone did crack a beer-glass while rinsing it under the hot tap. Animals, we are.
( , Wed 5 Feb 2014, 21:58, 1 reply)

because I can tell you the stench of cigs and weed in my silk drapes costs a fortune in dry cleaning, I had to change to velveteen drapes for when I rent the country house to people.
( , Wed 5 Feb 2014, 22:58, closed)
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