Had a weekend in Newcastle, Friday night at the dog track, Saturday at a karting track. Lots of seedy bars and clubs, and I believe some of the guys who could still stand up on the Saturday night found some exotic dancers.

Strip clubs are shite anyway IME (only been to one though). Some of the girls were quite attractive but I can’t see the appeal of making yourself sexually frustrated. 🙂

done loads of the cliched resorts and european cities, done vegas a couple of times too. but the best by far was when we all just stayed in a nice all inclusive place for a few days. kin great. get up when you want, can always find everyone, meals are all laid on, lounge by pool and booze all day rather than traipsing round, playing water polo, beer pong, volley ball, killer pool etc. sleep. repeat. bang on.

actually it wasnt as good as vegas at all, but still good.

Had a ride round Forest of Dean on the Friday on the way down, stayed in really nice cottages near Malmsbury (converted farm buildings, pool, tennis court, lots of animals roaming about – could not believe the owners were not only happy to take a stag do, but they even went away for the weekend themselves! Mind you, rowdy we are not), walk to a local pub for the best steak I think I’ve ever had, minimoto Saturday morning (got me a surprise second!), just the best afternoon round the BBQ drinking beer and talking cobblers as the sun went down, back to the pub, then a very bleary ride round Ashton Court on the Sunday morning and home to sleep for eighteen hours. Wouldn’t have changed a thing (except the spirits).

Just make sure you get the stag do you want

I went to Krakow for mine, it was great, I really enjoyed it but it was more suited to the best man than me!

Spent the morning Karting, got a bit of food, did a pub crawl in the afternoon. If you do organise something expensive, make sure you get money off people in advance, we’d booked karting for thirty and only twenty people turned up so it suddenly got very expensive.

To be honest I preferred the pre-stag the day before – my and my two best mates at alton towers. We did all the big rides at least twice each, worked out by the end that Nemesis was the most fun for least queueing so managed to ride it nine times in total. By the end we were getting off and sprinting round then getting back on.

Buachaille Etive Mor
Clachaig Inn
continuation at hostel with random biker gang
Simple but worked for me, we even got all 18 of us up the hill!

Best one recently was a weekend with two canal boats on Llangollen canal.

Pub crawl in Portsmouth. Followed by profuse vomiting.

Can’t say I’d recommend it.

Reading (the place, not the activity)

Some silly activities during the day (beer keg racing, Sumo wrestling and human table football) then off to a comedy club for beer and laughs. Had a great night.

Surprise one. Knew nothing about it until I was heisted out of my house early in the morning. Went climbing then went for a night out in Sheffield. Great day!

I organised my own, as I didn’t actually have a proper best man at my tiny wedding and my best mate wasn’t interested in doing speeches and all that as he hates the attention. So I booked a ‘penthouse’ (that’s top floor to most people) appartment for the weekend so that those travelling from further afield (no more than 100 miles or so!) didn’t have to pay for accommodation, had a poker night on the Friday and then the pub night out on Saturday. It did end in a strip club, but not for long – if you’ve ever enjoyed a decent strip joint in the US or elsewhere then you know that it’s a pointless endeavour here.

Old Skool stuff for mine, big lads night out in Chester, mini-bus back, got dropped off 3 miles from home, stark naked having been ambushed on the mini-bus, got chased naked round a local golf club. Proceeded to make my way back on foot home, accompanied by my soon to be best man, to ensure I didnt hide/get in any bother/craft some rudimentary clothing from foliage. 2 miles from home, got collected (still butt naked) by a police car, containing a male and FEMALE officer, who were actually spot on about it, fully clothed “mate” who was still with me, explained to the officers that it was best all round in the circumstances, that I wasn’t given any clothes in which to finish my proud journey home in the back of the police car (luckily the seats were plastic moulded and not upholstered) a point in which they reluctantly conceded to, but were duty bound to have me covered up, and gave me a takeaway pizza box that was in the car already from the officers late night snack.
This was all before the days of quad biking / trips to Prague etc. Old School fun but in many ways memorable. Not sure if this sort of behaviour is as common place now as it was, but if it is…Good luck 🙂

Offroad go-karting then a curry, pub crawl and a not very classy gentleman’s establishment.

No naked walking home or handcuffs/lampposts, I warned my mates that i would swing for them if they even suggested it 👿

Coasteering around Anglesey after a night on the pop – hell of a wake up call that one! Then Bangor for a curry dressed as a laydee.

Coasteering was superb.

Meantime Brewery Tour in London (Grenwhich). Amazing.

weekend in glentress , would have been even more fun had I not gone over the bars in spooky woods on the sunday . black eye and chipped cheekbone for the wedding photos . Fortunately the bride to be’s hen do involved so much alcohol it took her a couple of days to fully appreciate the horror of my face.

`Quiet’ weekend in Cheltenham as in our late 30’s past all this wild stuff. Pub crawl Friday, ended up in strip bar. Sat went knee boarding after changing into a mankini. Nice early meal, followed by beers, getting my old chap out in a club. Getting kicked out of club. To another club followed by chips and to bed. Sunday watched Gloucester play.

If someone could let me know what I did on mine, that’d be great 🙂 😯

Farmhouse just outside Beddgellert, best man, a chef catered with 5 course meals etc climbed some mountains and got very drunk.

Nothing bad happened to me other than a 4 foot stone gate post top, Eagle being put in my car and an attempt to tie me up and shave my hair off, this didn’t go well for any of the 4 people invovled 😆

mark90 – Member
Canyoning, quad biking and a messy night out in Abergavenny.

I’ve been on exactly this stag do too (albeit I’m pretty sure not with mark90), was a great laugh, especially the mini bus ride (a very tolerant driver and bus had been hired for the weekend) from London to the pub/hostel in which we were staying.

I also attended a UK stag at Butlins in Bognor, a place I never, ever, ever wish to visit again.

Personally I had my stag in Amsterdam as had never been before and had a great time (and without visiting any of the little booths in the red light district).

I also attended a UK stag at Butlins in Bognor,

😆 Classy!

Surprise one. Knew nothing about it until I was heisted out of my house early in the morning.

I’ve heard stories of the stag literally being abducted from work or walking home. Not sure if they’re urban myth or not but they sound amusing!.

LoCo
Eagle being put in my car

Just to check, when you say eagle do you mean a real life size bird of prey? How the hell did they manage that!?

Ahh I see. The comma made me think it was two separate occurences of hi-jinx.

I’m disppointed now as I had images of getting back to his car to find a bloody great eagle sat in it 🙂

Here’s one that happened to the mate of a mate…

He gets off the plane in Dublin and is immediately handcuffed to a dwarf, he then has to spend the entire three days doing everything together…

The Finale was being dressed in full lycra one piece and taken to a comedy show, where prior to the event ‘they’ laced his drink with viagra.

He was then called up onto the stage still attached with his proud appendage.. 😆

A stag none of the participants will forget.

DezB – Member
I also attended a UK stag at Butlins in Bognor,

Classy!

Only if you dress entirely from Sports Direct. It was a dump.

Liverpool, beer at the hotel Friday night while people arrived.
Saturday back street karting track where almost ‘anything’ was allowed on track, one guy eventually got a warning.
Saturday afternoon out and into the evening with some Mexican food to soak up the alocohol in there somewhere.
Sunday pack up and head off to Llandegla, some mates weren’t really into biking so it made sense to go somewhere we could hire bikes.

All in all mostly it was time with mates, chatting, having a few drinks and then topping it all off with a bit of laugh on bikes, doesn’t really improve much beyond that for me.

Berlin was a memorable stag do, Club Tresor after a few beers and some herbal cigarettes. Imagine this place filled with banging techno, crazy germans, smoke machines and strobe lights.

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Ive not had one (err yet) but ive been on a few
My ex brother inlaws was a long weekend inberlin whch was great – standing outside the remains of Princealbertstrasse and my phone rings – my rintone unintentinally at the time being the theme from the great escape – the hotel being a posh one but nextdoors basment housed a lapdanceclub.

Hilwalking in Glencoe (drinking as ever)

Some camping and boozing up in the woods.

Make sure you do what you wnat (or get the bestman on the same page) wouldnt bother wiht paintball – hurts and costs too much try airsoft

i had three,

1. clunker classic. booze, hill, inappropriate bikes, hospital, booze, camping.

2. manchester, booze, paintball, thai restaurant, good bars/pubs, South with clint boon. tinnutus. ace.

3. snowdon on foot, epic rain/wind. bailed. rescued tent from river. back to mates. booze.

on my bro’s a few years back i organised a weekend in lakes with night at black sail. that was great.

A weekend in Arran as I lived in Argyll at the time and plenty were heading across from the central belt and further South.

Booze, walking along a river in a wetsuit (great hangover cure), Highland games with an impromptu entry into the tug of war, curry, booze and finally lawn bowls.

Races at Epsom.
Night out somewhere in London
I’ll never look at a cream horn the same way.

Small pub in Perthshire – Beinn Inn for 2 nights, brothers and mates 14 in all.

Go karting and Paintballing where my brother and best mate shot me in the face at close range leaving me with a huge bruise in the middle of my forehead, brother was hauled off by the range staff…

Ended with me deploying my Supersoaker through all the bedrooms at 3.30 am whilst singing “It’s a Grand Old Team” Mon the Hoops!

Most memorable one was me as best man in Prague.

Seven hours kip in three days, taken to local bars and clubs by two ace local lasses, groom had his trouser leg ripped off by a drunk Czech squaddie, tried to get a lift with the mafia and danced to 80s classics in Eastern Europe.

started drinking at 6pm was unconscious at 9pm ha ha ha ha 🙁

‘Small’ stag-do down the local with some mates and Dad and Grandad, got Rowley Birkin’d.
Then a few weeks later a three day trip to Amsterdam where we ended up at an all nighter at the Ajax stadium ( I may still have the flyer somewhere). Was all rather good fun.

I went mountain biking with some mates then went to the pub.

At work my colleagues lured me to the pub at lunch time then a stripper walked in and set about me with shaving foam. Quite humiliating really.

My wife insisted that I should have my younger brother as Best Man instead of my climbing buddy. What a mistake; my brother tried to embarrass me by dredging up all kinds of trivial stuff from our childhood that really shouldn’t be repeated outside of the family. The assembled guests just listened in stunned silence and nothing was ever said about the speech.

My wife snapped at me shockingly for the first time ever about 5 minutes before we went in for the ceremony and I wish I’d seen the writing on the wall and binned it at that point.

Sorry to be so gloomy, am stuck in tropical rain in Africa.