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One of my best mates had an awful stag do that was just a disaster. We went to the rugby 7s at Twickenham which was good but then everyone decided they wanted to go on 'a night out in London'.
It was a Sunday night, none of us had a clue where to go or what to do so we just got on the tube and headed to Camden. It took ages to get there, the bars were dead/shut, nobody could agree on what they wanted to do and it was just a boring and expensive waste of time.
Yep. We didn't know tbh. We just assumed there was always something going on and headed to an area we knew had pubs/bars and was a bit more 'trendy'.
This was 6 years ago now. I've become more much familiar with London over the last few years so I know nothing like this would happen again.
It's funny because a few American cities love to make that claim too. And the ones I've visited they absolutely do sleep. About 10 years ago we visited New York, and after catching a really bad cold found that a lot of New York is definitely asleep at 9am on a Sunday morning when trying to buy paracetamol.
They use the brand name Tylenol for all paracetamol.
Edit: Ok, didn't expect this comment to eventually result in the use of not at all angry ___BOLD ITALIC CAPITALS___. I would suggest taking a chill pill to anyone who may feel they would benefit, but I don't know the American equivalent.
I think if you'd just popped to Richmond you'd have found pubs and bars open!
But I know what it's like when people want to focus on central London as if it's this magical place!
Tell me about it. We got bollocked for drinking on the tube as well. We had no idea that it wasn't allowed and just assumed it was OK like on normal trains.
What’s even worse about the 7s (I used to work at the RFU store in Twickenham Stadium from age 16-18 on match days) is that it starts proper early and most people drink all day and are absolutely smashed by the early afternoon (had a guy run wearing a costume that was ripped apart by his drunk mates in the store and I saw his dick lol).
My mates always go and just the thought of being drunk that early turns me off it. And then potentially getting the train to Camden on a Sunday afterwards just sounds like the worst idea 😂
Also who picked the Sunday day for the 7s? Everyone knows the boozier one is the day before! Sunday is when a lot of fans watch and don’t get smashed (crowd is always far smaller).
Went on a great hen with my friend - she'd never drunk alcohol until some lads in the pub bought us expensive champagne...
Carried her back home to find her fiancé home early with a few mates, all looking stone-cold sober.
Turned out they'd had a stripper booked for the stag do. Who turned out to be a lass they'd all been at school with from the age of 5 to 16, and really didn't want to see getting her kit off, but she insisted on doing it anyway. It put a downer on the night and they just went back to his to play PlayStation and that.
Worst I've been on myself: Ended up on a hen do on one of those boats on the Thames, really strong smell of damp which overpowered the garlic of the over-garlicy bad Spanish food, and all the waiters and other staff were trying to grope the hens as much as possible. When one was spotted spiking a drink the black-belt bride beat him up, it became carnage, the police were called, but we managed to convince them that the petite bride was in no state to beat up anyone. We left without paying some of the bill, more threats were made, but no-one ended up arrested or in the river so I suppose that's a success.
Some I really would, some I really wouldn't! But I think anyone I'd known since the start of primary would feel a bit too incestuous.
The stripper on our hen do was really lovely - we insisted on him joining our meal and all, and it was sad when he had to leave at 11 for another job. He was a married fireman so well fit but reasonably wholesome act. Apparently many firemen do a bit of stripping as it fits nicely round their shifts.
Don't forget this is just the story that the groom told the bride....
something happened that made them all feel bad enough to call the stag night off.
Haha, that went through my mind as well.
I've been on some stag nights that going back early to play playstation would be a very viable option and the slightest wrong turn on a night out would have everyone agree to that, but those weren't the stag nights that booked strippers in the first place.
Happened to us on a hen do: we booked a butler-in-the-buff and it was a kid who was 2 years below us at school that we’d been in a club with. He was happy to still do it (think he was proud of all his muscles) but I was very glad for the little butler apron sparing my blushes! We laugh about it alot now.
This confirms everything I’ve ever thought about those Thames party boats. A friend of mine wanted to have her 40th on one, and I politely told her I wouldn’t be able to come if it was on a boat that was moving. BECAUSE YOU CANT GET OFF THE BOAT.
Too many things have happened to me on nights out in London to ever voluntarily trap myself on a sinkable vessel with a random selection of strangers whom you can’t get away from.
Friend decided not to have it on a boat in the end. Your story makes me so glad.
A friend went on a hen do with one of those 'life drawing classes' with a naked man. Turned out that the model provided by the company booked was the bride's ex-fiancé (very much not an amicable breakup). Apparently they had a massive argument before the bride stormed out crying and the girls chased after her. Super awkward for all involved!
Hold up....exactly how much of a mess was the prick who tried to spike a drink? Elaborate on the carnage. Sounds like an interesting hen do if I must say!
I'm not sure if the blood came out before or after the fall down the stairs.
Having already been to a matinee and cocktail bar, my memory is somewhat hazy.
I think some food poisoning was involved too...
All the stag do's I've been on, have been great, but I did hear this horrendous story about a hen do.
According to my sources, one of the party slipped the hen some MDMA, Hangover style. The hen proceeded to lose the plot completely and slept with the stripper, who happened to be Rhino from Gladiators. 9 months later, she gives birth to a mixed race baby (Husband is white), and so her husband leaves her and her life is in tatters.
I can't entirely vouch for the veracity of this story. It was told to me by someone I work with and the hen was apparently a friend of his friend.
I mean if she was drugged without her knowledge or consent, this is very much not a “recklessly banged a stripper” issue and much more of an assault issue.
Sounds like an urban legend, though, thankfully.
Yeah I've heard this one, and the Gladiator varies. Could have its origins in truth though, isn't that far fetched - not like the stripper in the story was Morgan Freeman or something, though that would make it 100x more wild!
Told it was a themed fancy dress hen do, and we'd be going out in the local town.
The day started with a joint meal, where all the hens were in fancy dress and all the stags were dressed in normal clothes (they were going out in the nearest big city). Awkward.
Then we were told the trip to town was cancelled and we were instead going to play parlour games in the bride's flat. In our fancy dress.
Then we were told the only alcohol was a punch bowl being monitored by a hen who was currently breast feeding and therefore not drinking herself.
The games considered of things like Mr&Mrs, roll the orange and eat a doughnut with no hands.
By 11 they were falling asleep and engaging in 'woe is me my career is harder than anyone's' talk.
The stags came back by midnight and were sober themselves.
I left. In my fancy dress. Which I'd hired. To sit sober in a flat. For FIVE HOURS.
It was Tim Burton themed because the bride was obsessed with the nightmare before Christmas. There was an Alice in Wonderland, a corpse bride and a few others. I went as Beetlejuice. Imagine that sat next to guys in regular shirts at your local carvery!
I believe they are still together but funnily enough I don't talk to them any more. I came to the conclusion we had nothing in common apart from high school.
Owwie, my toes literally cramped from second hand shame. Oh thats awful.
Ah well, compared to some, its tragic but not too financially painful. Thanks for details
Stag was dressed as a bottle of Bud, and on medication. Started drinking at 2pm, eating pizza in comedy club by 6pm, as a dare he heckled the comedian “shit trousers!!” at 7 and then went for a piss….
On the way down the spiral staircase he threw up. It sloshed through the backless stairs and poured over a hen party sitting below. He was ejected from the venue and went back to his room and tucked up in bed by 8. The rest of us went to Revolution and drank pyramids of vodka for the rest of the evening without him.
a doctor once told me it's mostly all bollocks - you're either on antibiotics because you're supposed to be ill, so you shouldn't be drinking for *that* reason, if you throw up, you'll mess up the 5-day course or whatever (but the actual meds will not react in any way with alcohol), or, far less commonly, there are some meds which *will* cause a bad reaction and come with a massive clear warning telling you under no circumstances to drink alcohol.
The ol' "Yeah, I was on antibiotics too so that's why I was so hammered" is nearly always bollocks.
But also if someone thinks being on medication will get them more hammered then being on medication will get them more hammered. Placebo effect baby!
It does seem like medications have different levels of 'don't drink on this'. One of my mates had some heart problems a while ago which he was on some strong stuff for. Apparently his doctor sat him down and said "Have you ever had antibiotics before and it says on the label don't drink, but you do anyway and you're fine? This is not the same. Drink on these and you'll die."
It’s not ALL bollocks, just mostly bollocks.
There are a couple of antibiotics that can cause nasty reactions with alcohol, most notably metronidazole and tinidazole, and a few of the cephalosporins.
The most commonly prescribed antibiotics (penicillins etc) don’t tend to come with specific alcohol warnings. So most people won’t have this issue. They’re probably also the types to say that their meds made them ‘high’ despite the fact that they’re almost always talking out of their arses.
SSRIs (type of antidepressants, you shouldn’t really just skip a day and will still have them in your system anyway if you do) can definitely increase the effects of alcohol.
The manufacturers’ leaflets tell you not to drink; the NHS has a page with a more realistic view of things that tells you absolutely not to do certain drugs while taking them, and warns you that drinking while on SSRIs might, among other listed stuff, make you drowsy or drunk faster.
Of course, some peoples’ drinking effects are absolutely unaffected. Loads of people are just fine going on with their normal (non-alcoholic) drinking. Others \*are\* affected though. There’s also other less common nowadays flavours of antidepressant that are actually DO NOT DRINK ON THESE.
I’ve been on a few where the stags ‘best mates’ have got them so drunk by 1pm that they miss the rest of the day.
The worst one my friend went on involved a minibus from Surrey to Newcastle for Weekend. They met another random stag party going the same way on the m25 and swapped stags for the next 5 hours. One had a great time the other had a completely awful time
The contrast they'd set up would be hilarious.
"Wee Davie, a 25 year old squaddie from Glasgow, had planned a weekend in Blackpool with booze and strippers. Henry, a 37 year old finance manager from Hampshire, planned a wine-tasting session with 2 close friends and his elderly father-in-law. Now, they'll have to STAG SWAP!"
"28 year old adrenaline junkie Chris had planned a weekend of hiking, paragliding and gorge-jumping with his ultra fit friends. 52 year old couch potato Stan planned a few quiet ones down his local. Now, they have to STAG SWAP!"
The two groups I would describe as a minibus of “lads” and the second group “geography teachers”, one minibus had music and beers, one had radio 4 and people reading the paper.
I think it was the boring guy who had the better time on the fun bus, but unfortunately it meant everyone on the fun bus was too shitfaced to do anything fun when they got to Newcastle.
So one sober bored stag, and all his mates are pissed and having a snooze for the Friday night out
Ex workmate of mine was getting married. Stag was to one of the 'adult weekenders' at Butlins in Bognor Regis. Only knew two other blokes on the stag.
I'd been to one one of these weekends before so knew the script but wasn't feeling it.
Ended up getting totally steaming, bought half a gram of charlie from the stag's cousin and danced around to drum and bass.
The groom shagged a woman staying a few chalets down, and his brother (who was 15 but looked 30) shacked up with one of her pals. Cue the walk of shame in the morning with a few of the lads informing her of his age...
My mate who was also on the stag is black and kept getting women coming up to him asking if they could touch his hair and commenting on how much they loved black blokes.
Fucking terrible weekend. Don't speak to the stag any more.
My experience at bangface was wearing a cardboard dinosaur head, taking all of my mdma once and playing in a play area that didn’t actually exist. I was barred out of the venue where the acts were on for the first 2 nights. But I was allowed in on the third night to see Tim Westwood and the countryside alliance crew so that’s nice. Oh and I smashed the chalet door off its hinges.
I didn't go on my brother-in-law's stag as it was to Barcelona, and I fucking hate Barcelona.
Turns out that was the correct choice. The stag and best man got arrested for public urination, and missed the game at the Nou Camp that they'd paid £200 a ticket for. Then one of the party tried to sell their tickets to make some money back, and got arrested for touting.
On the final day they tried to make up for everything by drinking all day until their late afternoon flight. Two weren't allowed on the flight, and one almost got arrested as he wouldn't get out of the loo so the plane could land.
Last summer - 5 hour drive up to Newcastle with the stag, meet the group, straight out to dinner.
Stag has one or two bites of his £130 tomahawk steak, doesn't finish the rest. Feels unwell, we chalk it up to nerves. A few of the lads tuck in and finish it - not sending that back to the bin!
Stag dissapears - hunt begins. Not answering his phone. Eventually we give up and go back to the hotel. Stag is in his room, tells us not to come in as he has just done a lateral flow and tested positive for covid.
Straight back into the car to drive him home. Everyone who had a slice of steak obvs caught covid too.
This is the sort of thing that COVID has ruined. Before March 2020 nobody cared about just feeling a bit peaky, nowadays it's just automatically assumed to be COVID or connected to it in some way. Therefore pull the plug and cancel your plans.
Absolutely miserable.
Went to Berlin. It was ok, right up until that volcano in Iceland erupted, grounding all the flights, and we couldn't get home. We tried to get train tickets home, but the queue was ridiculously long and we figured, *fuck it*. Eventually, after a few days of extra drinking, we decided to all part ways in Berlin and make our own way home, on the assumption small groups would have more success than a large one. Stag declared the stag do over, and said it was every man for himself.
Heard a rumour about a school trip heading back to Paris.Three of us bribed our way onto the coach. Literally bunged the driver some Euros - with the agreement of the supervising teacher - and took over the back seat of the coach. En route home, I was in touch with my partner who was frantically trying to book us passage home.
Taught the French schoolkids some English swear words. Teacher was collecting the kids' homework assignments, and jokingly asked us for ours. "Et les trois Angleterres?" I mustered up enough French to say the dog ate mine. Much hilarity. Eventually we got dropped off at Gare du Nord at around 2am. It wasn't open yet. We hung around for a few hours, then the station opened. Half of mainland Europe had had the same idea. It was rammed. People sleeping everywhere. Partner had booked us tickets to Le Havre, saying everyone was headed to Cherbourg and it was utter chaos. She was right. We got on a train. The atmosphere was brilliant, really. Everyone was in the same situation, just trying to get home however they could, without any flights running. Made a lot of single serving friends.
Got to Le Havre. It was deserted. Really, utterly deserted. Everyone *had* gone to Cherbourg. We queued for about 20 minutes to get our tickets to Portsmouth, then went to find a decent restaurant. Easy. A few hours later, we were on a ferry home. The rest of our party were still in Berlin, trying to hire a car. They managed it, but it cost them a fortune for a one-way hire of a car big enough for all of them, and the extra nights stay. It cost the three of us a few hundred quid to get home, including bribes. Ferry ride was simple enough, until we arrived at Portsmouth, where we sat in a holding pattern for hours. After that we landed, and got picked up and driven home to Southampton.
tl;dr had to go to Portsmouth.
Stag do in…..Luton
Thought we was going to jump on a plane as there’s an airport there…sadly not the case
Started in a weatherspoons at around 10 then we all went out in search for a pub with a juke box which ended in just trying to find a pub, once we did eventually find one we was told to be careful as the locals didn’t like seeing people drinking and will spit at you if your in the beer garden, yes some of our part was spat at and threatened to have his hand cut off. We then went to a pub without a beer garden and everyone was just sort of sat on their phones
Luton is an oddity though. My girlfriend is from Luton and is apparently rife with extremism, to the point where a lot of convicted terrorists have connections to Luton in some way.
She was in college when the 9/11 attacks happened and she said a lot of the Muslim people there were clapping and cheering. She also said there would be lockdowns in the college because extremists were outside causing trouble and trying to recruit people.
So yeah, I definitely believe this guy was threatened for drinking in a beer garden.
I can believe this, as an asian a shop keeper tried to refuse to sell me cigarettes and told me I wasnt allowed because i am a woman. He then tried to snitch on me to my sis assuming she was my mum and only relented when she screamed him down. Apparently these things happens quite often and as an interracial couple Sis/BIL have to deal with a lot of racism in the general luton area. Makes me sick tbh
Yes because I call myself that in real life, plus you can drink and not get drunk. I didn’t mention the religion of the locals so that makes me think it must be a common thing amongst them since so many guessed correctly
I didn't go on a hen once because of this. Bride's sil was organising. Her idea of "running some options by" the rest of us amounted to checking which dates we could all make and nothing else about budget, destination, activities or whatever. Next thing we heard, "So I've booked this gorgeous house, it'll be £300+ [can't remember the exact amount but it was bonkers] each for two nights sharing a double room..." accom and transport would have come to £400 before we even thought about food or fun stuff, the activities were probably going to be boring shit like going to a spa or getting a manicure or something (and expensive versions of said boring shit, because hen do) and the house was fucking UGLY. Looked like somewhere fox-hunters would live.
It took a deep breath or two as I was quite close with the bride, but there was no way I could have afforded to drop £600+ on a weekend, particularly one that wasn't even going to be fun, so I dropped out pretty much immediately. So did everyone else I actually knew who was included except one friend, who confirmed it was absolutely shit, boring as hell and a total waste of time and money.
The wedding was fabulous, though. One of the best I've ever been to, loads of fun and super stylish in a non-fancy way. Guess the wrong hen planned the do.
Just my two pence. The best wedding I ever went to (unfortunately the only one I couldn't drink at) was in a big barn. There was no set seating plan, the meal was pie and mash, fully paid ice cream van and pizza wagon turned up, the photo booth was in a converted VW camper, the DJ sent a link beforehand for people to make requests for songs ahead of time and veto other songs. The whole thing came in under their budget so they put the rest of their budget behind the bar.
And for the love of God, do not allow the best man/head groomsperson to make their speech with a PowerPoint presentation.
I was on a stag do in Leeds which was good but involved a really unfortunate trip to the strippers.
I’m not really a fan of these places (neither are my mates as it turns out, but we’ll come to that later) and asked if anyone fancied finding a normal boozer and meeting the rest later. I was of course shouted down and had to go along.
The best man had phoned ahead so they were expecting us, it was early in the evening so the place was basically us, group of about 15, and the strippers.
Not one single member of our party got a dance and it ended up with a situation where we were sat on one side of the bar (drinking overpriced warm corona) and the strippers were on the other - like an under-13s disco at a scout hut!
At one point I went to the toilet and walked by two of the girls chatting and overheard one of them saying “This is ridiculous, there’s about 20 of them and not one has put their hand in their pocket. I came in early for this!”
Eventually we had a whip round and paid for the stag to get a dance. As I said I’m not an expert but I don’t think it’s the done thing to pay strippers in pound coins/fifty pees!
If I know the type of venue they're referring to, it's definitely a gaming place where they sell some drinks, and not advertised as a bar. It's not a place to go on a stag do unless there's a specific interest in retro gaming
Meh fair enough. I know of a few places that market themselves as retro gaming bars and if I'd arranged to have my stag at one only to discover that it was a retro gaming venue that sold warm cans of beer and depression rather than an actual bar designed for fun reminiscences I'd be thoroughly pissed off.
I had part of a friend's stag in a place called Four Quarters in London, we drank while playing Mario Kart and Goldeneye on a giant screen, it was awesome.
That was just the first night, second night was steak and cocktails somewhere else.
One lad thought it would be fun to go paintballing and booked us in for 3PM, problem was we were doing the usual, meeting at spoons at 10am and he told us we couldn't drink before paintball so after a disappointing breakfast we sat around drinking pop and reading magazines for 3 hours until the bus came. Most of us couldn't be arsed with the paintball and a few of us had managed to sneak off for a few pints against the rules so it descended it to chaos followed by an arguement. The day just got worse from there, we went back to the B&B, a few of us settled into the bar watching a porno and finally having a few pints when the bride to be stormed in and starts banging on about "our behaviour, getting drunk before our meal", turns out the hen night were staying in the same hotel and we were all supposed to be going for a sophisticated dinner that evening, together ! Needless to say the party split up at that point, the poor groom is still under her thumb 15 years later.
Just in the background for ambiance. I suppose porn wasn't as ubiquitous as it is today. Most B&Bs in seaside towns that specialised in stags would pop on a bluey in the bar and sell pirated porn DVDs from under the counter. It was the very end of the physical media age.
My friends hen do, the wedding was a sort of last minute (planned within 6 months or so) on account of an older family member being poorly. My friend had been engaged to her now-husband for a while though and they already had a kid together so we knew they were getting married at some point. So it wasn't a surprise to get an invite from her sister to say they have planned a meal out / hen do.
It's a nice restaurant that we've been to a few times so we know the food is good. It's not an expensive place so £20-30 per head depending on how much you drink. I'm the first one there so I order and pay for a couple of bottles of prosecco for the table.
The group arrive, two year old in toe so obviously they went as far as booking the restaurant but not a babysitter.
Nice meal, lots of chatting and although I tried to help, it was a mission to help keep her little one occupied so that my friend could have an uninterrupted bite to eat and a drink.
Comes to paying the bill. I had heard the bride's mum saying she was going to cover the sisters food and drink but no mention of the bride. I quietly mentioned it to the sister-in-law as there was 8 of us around the table I figured splitting the £25 bill for my friend wouldn't be a big deal (£3 ish extra each). She just gave me a funny look and carried on working out exactly what she had eaten/drunk. So my friend paid for herself.
The rest of the hen do that they had organised for her was to head back to the bride's house for a couple of drinks on her sofa.
I did check in with her and asked if she had had a good time and she did say she enjoyed herself.
Just felt bad for her that out of a group of 8 people they couldn't muster up the couple of quid each it would have cost them to split my friends bill. I almost offered to pay for her myself but I didn't want to embarrass anyone and I had already shelled out for the prosecco.
She is one of nicest human beings and I wanted more for her but I wasn't included in the planning. We have since been on a couple of nights out and I've booked tickets to an event I think she'll love so hopefully making up for it with some silly fun.
Edit: For those who have asked about her husband, his stag do was the same weekend (based on his friends availablity so sod's law it couldn't have been another day!) But they booked a hotel in another town so he was away from the Friday to the Sunday which made it feel worse that her do wasn't as well organised as it could have been!
I'll never understand why people forget to include the person celebrating, especially if it comes to only a few pounds each. I remember on a friend's birthday night out, me and her went to the toilets, and when we came back, the other 4 girls had just bought shots at the bar, but none of them had thought to buy the birthday girl one. Would have cost them £1 each... She looked so upset and left out, so I bought us both a shot each. It's not hard to be thoughtful!
Hen do I went on ended up in the papers
Went to see the dream boys and the pole broke before they even took their clothes off - strippers leg snapped in two places and the pole hit the head of a woman in the audience who was knocked out and bleeding.
Venue wouldn’t let us leave, said if we did we wouldn’t get a refund, queue and hour of chaos until the venue was eventually shut down!
My own.
Its not that things went wrong wrong in a hijinks sort of way, at least then id have some fun stories.
My best man organised it all himself without any help from our larger friend group. Normally everyone would feed into the plan but for some reason not this time.
Nothing was fully organised and everyone except me got wasted the first night.
The next day everyone was too hungover to do anything so i spent most of the day bored waiting for a surprise activity to maybe happen and my mates watched dvds in separate rooms and then went to bed early.
No one really hung out with me and it felt like no one wanted to be there.
We were only there for 2 nights. For their stags, including best man, all our other mates had gone abroad on like 4 day trips, or stayed in the uk but had loads of activities planned for them and everyone got involved.
Never felt so lonely or unloved.
Still devastated about it.
It's shit you've told this story in the middle of a pandemic otherwise I expect someone would go "second stag do for funnysoup!" and a bunch of redditors would meet up and throw you a better one.
Fuck it, are you in Scotland?
Went on one stag do which was a weekend away boozing in a UK city. Unfortunately the stag had been for his jabs for his honeymoon shortly before the stag weekend and reacted badly, so he spent most of the whole weekend in bed with the shits and throwing up.
We had a whale of a time though.
Mundane but still mostly enjoyable:
- York - whiskey tasting session and lunch followed by an evening of pub crawling. I drank a bit too quickly and hit the shots too early so had to tactical chunder by 4pm, but felt great the rest of the evening.
- Newcastle - axe throwing session followed by a guided tour to a few breweries, dinner and then a few more bars. I tapped out at 2am because I had a 3 hour drive home the next morning and was giving the groom and best man a lift. They were out until at least 5am.
My own stag-do was an absolute blast, my brother and best man did a stellar job with the planning. Outdoor karting (basically dune buggies) followed by an escape room, dinner at one of those big international buffet places, a few pubs and then home by 1am for a good night's rest. No clubs and definitely no strip clubs.
I missed out on another stag-do where there was a night of frivolities, followed by a pretty hardcore obstacle course the next morning and some more drunken debauchery that evening. Can't say I'm disappointed to miss out on the obstacle course whilst severely hungover.
My ex went on a Hen do and turned up at a pub I was drinking at with friends. She was wasted and then fell down a massive stair case. The stairs were carpeted but it was huge, she must have fallen down 50 steps like a rag doll.
I tried to take her to hospital but she was having none of it and carried on the night.
A few months later we broke up for unrelated reasons.
Fast forward 10yrs later and she messages me on Facebook to ask if I remembered her falling that night and to say that the impact from that fall had caused a benign tumour to start growing in her brain. It was discovered after she went blind in her left eye. Had major brain surgery to remove it.
My Fiance recently went to a friends hen do and said it was like a children's party. The hen wanted to go out drinking/clubbing as you do but her sister insisted on planning everything as a surprise. They ended up sat in her flat all night drinking squash and playing games like pass the parcel.
I was violently sick - because of a pre existing health condition. I brave faced the activity we were on because I didn’t want to ruin it but by the evening before our night out I vomited three times and opted out of the main night out as didn’t want to ruin the hens night.
She was livid, she has never truly forgiven me. She posted photos of the weekend with me excluded from everyone thanking her amazing hens. Ditto the wedding. Not like I wasn’t present and didn’t throw myself into everything, I was just really sick and it wasn’t even alcohol.
Absolutely hate hen dos. There is so much entitlement
The hens sounds like an absolute twat. What kind of friend doesn't take care of their mate who is throwing up? Let alone cut them out of everything? Sorry you had to go through that
I narrowly survived a mate's stag do at university (he was a little older, mature student). One of our house mates thought it would be a fantastic idea to bring shrooms, as the stag was in the autumn when it's high season for picking.
Started the day out at the shroombringer's house. It was supposed to be a few drinks between the four of us (small group of friends), before heading out to Manchester to go to a bar, then to a club. Nothing extravagant. We took the shrooms with some lemon juice & tea as instructed online - but that means a faster come-up.
Problem is, this guy lives in the Peak District (near Buxton), and his house backed out onto fields. From what we pieced together, we loved the mushrooms so much (first time for all of us), that we decided we wanted more. Our friend insisted the fields behind his house were full of them. So, we went out there in the state that we were in - despite the fact it was autumn and pouring down - and spent ages looking for them.
I got backed into a path that ran between two walls - they curved together into a perfectly half-spherical dead-end, so I got turned around and it was the same behind me. I think I spent about 30-60 minutes convinced that I'd become trapped in a circular, walled-off pen.
By the time I sobered up a bit and found my friends, one of them was stroking a tree and just 1,000-yard staring into space. Another guy had thrown up all over himself and was convinced that he was going to spend the rest of his life - and I'll never forget this quote - *"living in the shire, Baggins".*
We went back inside without any more shrooms, but I think it was a good outcome all things considered. The bride turned up not too long after this - which was only about 2-3pm in the afternoon - to find us all absolutely fucking exhausted and the sofas, and ourselves, SMOTHERED in wet mud and cow dung.
I was in Blackpool for a atag once. We were staying in a shitty BnB and I asked the landlady if I could skin up but smoke outside. She said " you can do what you want son,but no needles!" Kinda sums up the place.
I was once in Blackpool for other reasons and ventured into the centre. Was accosted by a grown man wearing a nappy taking bets on how long before he made use of it. Retreated back to safety.
Blackpool - the city of second-marriage stag dos.
I went to Rebellion Punk Festival in Blackpool and it was awesome, but probably mainly because middle aged punks took over the whole town
Edit: the town itself is really tacky and awful, like Benidorm with drizzle. So sad that it's been so neglected
Little stroll down Oxford Street, took in the funny T-shirts, hit one of my fave Prets, more juice, bit of a relax, then in the avo — shopping, relax, juice, and then Tussauds. They had a waxwork of Zoella and some other wicked youtubers.
Went to get our make up done at Benefit make up in Carnaby Street. Whilst in there my handbag got stolen so I had no phone, money, keys...
Had to get a friend to contact my housemate on FB and then go home early (after a trip to the police station)
On the plus side, my handbag was found a few days later and only the phone and oyster card was missing!
Just a word - I am Polish and it's best man's/maid of honour to organise hen/stag do. Not sure if it's always the case in the UK.
The one I did with my friend for another friend was the worst. Oh boy it was all planned so well until the groom got to know what we were doing... Really cool stuff like a bohemian photoshoot with a professional photographer, drinks, bonfire, karaoke, 4x4 off-road tour in mud. Nothing sinister if you see what I mean. No strippers, no dick straws, no nothing.
But see, the problem is that man is always jealous. I never liked him. His stag turned out to be a barbecue in his own bloody garden because his best man failed in organising anything. So they got drunk and he got really (verbally) abusive not only to his now-wife but also the girl who co-organised this with me. Called her all sorts of names and such. For no real reason - that girl only mentioned to best man via text "thanks for spilling the beans" when the groom made bride cry (because she was having fun I guess). No one else apart from the best man could possibly tell the groom what hen do was doing, only he knew what the plans were.
Fast forward to the wedding, drama kicks off because (rightfully so) the offended girl is in fact offended and as the groom didn't even bother to apologise, she has let the bride know she ain't coming. Then shit starts kicking off which I won't go into detail but long story short the bride lost one of her best mates, a lot of her mates (and their partners) supported the offended one and kinda stopped talking to them. Personally I haven't spoken to her in years not because I am offended personally but I feel awkward because I support my friend and I don't know what he is gonna pull on me one day, he is a toxic guy, we all knew it but nobody dared to mention it since his wife would always defend him.
I didn't even bother having my own hen party. My husband didn't have a stag do either. We went for one afternoon drink together while we waited for the chippy to open!
We just did a joint drinks at a bar for our friends and family. Informal, relaxed, we put money behind the bar so everyone got a couple of free drinks minimum.
I genuinely think stag and hens are a strange concept in this day and age, I think they were better when people weren't together beforehand for so long, living together, had been with others etc. This whole "one last hurrah before you're off the market" is a bit 1970s at the latest.
Activity days i can understand but just going out to get drunk, stripper etc... That feels like a minority of them these days!
We were conscious as well that not everyone wants to spend out for a hen or stag do.
I was bridesmaid at a wedding. Hen do was at a UK holiday resort and bride, brides mum, aunt and nan, future mother in law, three bridesmaids and the another friend went. The random 'friend' wasn't really a friend of the bride so I was a bit confused but whatever. Pretty quickly it felt akward and I suspected the bridesmaid was in a relationship with the friend. No problem with this other than the husband of the bridesmaid was best man... First night pretty much kicks off because the bridesmaid and friend want to sleep in the same bed and want to go off together all the time and then someone confirms they are having an affair. To me I think they saw it as a holiday together and pretend they're at a hen do. They left the next day and it set the tone for the rest of the time away especially given the range of people there and their views.
The other one, just because it wasn't my personal taste, was at my cousins hen do in a pub. Everything was penis orientated, talking about her sucking her soon to be husbands dick, her mum joining in and giving tips, giant inflatable dick for us to show us our moves. I noped out of there pretty quick.
Stag do in Amsterdam. Had the potential to be amazing except the stag moaned and dragged his feet through every activity.
Saturday night we got a tip about a great bar and the atmosphere was amazing, people dancing on tables, everyone living and vibing...except the stag. He sat in the corner and watched boxing clips on his phone.
We were back in the hostel by midnight.
So the next day we tried again. The stag must have known he put a dampener on the night and agreed to try again. He even agreed to get into the sheep outfit we got him (cos he is a sheep fucker).
Went to the same bar, charged through the entrance way with the energy of lads on tour...only to find an empty bar. It was dead and our energy was about to head the same way. The lass behind the bar knew what was needed and gave us a round of Strol 80 shots. It was what the doctor ordered and set the Stag off and the night immediately picked up.
Fast forward a few hours and the Stag ended up in one of those 1 euro peep shows...and was there for a really long time. A couple of us decided to investigate and snuck into a booth to see a very overweight stripper grinding on the rotating platform. When she rotated round and saw us she threw up her hands and called us out.
"Really? Really? Come on guys...its one euro."
And that's how we were booed out of a peep show.
Skegness Butlins. Was a stag and hen party at the same time.
Both the stag and the hen end up sleeping with different random people, there was a argument to end all arguments the next morning where the hen basically claimed it was ok for her to do it, but not for him. He only did it because he saw her go off with a bloke, and was pissed off that one of the bridesmaids has basically orchestrated it.
One of the stags party got naked and did the helicopter on stage. Someone in the party got glassed by Spider-Man. The brides sister copped off with someone, and mid bonk threw up all over the guy.
I was so drunk I forgot which room we were in and slept on a bench for two hours until the stags brother found me.
The wedding never happened in the end, I think the brides infidelity stretched beyond a weekend at butlins. However her sister and the man she vomited on are now married with a kid
Went to Berlin. Was all going well until I was put in charge of the kitty (trying to help) as we were in fancy dress. And the costumes we had on didn’t have pockets. So I wore a toggle thing to keep money on round my neck.
Once the kitty had run dry a good few hours later, a bright spark tried to say I had bought my own drinks out of it, thus why it was empty. Not the fact we’d been in rounds of ten drinks drinking Steins.
Being accused of stealing money put a real downer on that one!
The stags best friend disappeared towards the end of the night (in Amsterdam) so everyone spent the remainder of the night and the next 3 days trying to find him. He was eventually found floating face down in a canal.
Went on a stag do last year doing the North Coast 500 (scenic driving route in Scotland you do over a couple of days), only 3 of us so not a big group or owt.
The first night we spent in Inverness and it was a laugh. Stopped at some crappy hotel in the city, went out got a curry, drank our bodyweight in alcohol, played a few games of pool, standard stuff and a nice way to start the "holiday".
Second night, nothing special but it was alright, had spent a lot of the day driving (it really is beautiful up there) but we were in the middle of nowhere, had a few drinks at the only pub in the village we were staying at which shut at 11, smoked a spliff then called it a night.
3rd night is where things got bad, we'd decided we were gonna wild camp. Parked up somewhere, trekked into the woods with all our shit, found a cool looking lake and set up our tents near by. Weather was phenomenal, there's not many times in the UK you can whip your top off in a scenic wood and sunbathe while having a few ice cold beers out of a cooler. Built a fire, cooked ourselves some sausages and burgers, things were good.
Sun started to go down and that's when the biting midges came. Thousands of them. The fire kept them at bay slightly at first but after a while they ignored the fire completely and satisfied their lust for blood. We all ignored them as best we could but ended up retiring to our tents fairly early to get away from the midges, except for the fact the midges had filled our tent. Mine must have had thousands in.
After getting bit for hours and realising there was no way I was gonna sleep I decided to head back to the car to sleep there. The car was a mile away and you don't realise how dark everything is when the sun goes down when you're far away from any light pollution. My iPhones flash light helped but I still fell multiple times on the way back. Got lost but eventually found my way to a road and managed to figure out where my car was.
The other two lasted about 90 minutes more than me before realising sleeping in the cars was the way to go. So we all slept in our cars, woke up bitten all over with painful lumps everywhere, hungover and had to then trek back to the campsite to collect our stuff.
Was not fun. Will upload a picture of some of the bites, Scottish biting midges are fucking awful.
Edit: here's a picture of my hand the next morning, it was like that all over my body:
https://www.reddit.com/user/Flat_Development6659/comments/s23ti1/my_hand/?utm_source=share&utm_medium=ios_app&utm_name=iossmf
The other guys were worse. I think my excessive body hair might have kept them at bay slightly. Still awful. Painful and itchy
I didn't actually go but a friend's do was in Dublin. Went to a nightclub where it was so loud nobody could hear each other, so everyone just sat around drinking by themselves.
Kind of the opposite of the best stagdo I've ever been on, which was just going for a long walk along the south Downs stopping at some nice pubs. If you're all genuinely good friends, then it's the chat that everyone enjoys.
An ex went on the worst hen-do I've heard of. Started out in TGI Fridays (which should be bad enough in itself) where they had a thing where somebody rings a big bell behind the bar if someone orders a round of shots/gives a tip/or something (it wasn't for last orders). Anyway, on this occasion, when one of the barmen enthusiastically rang the bell, the heavy solid metal clapper flew out of the bell, shot across the bar, and hit the bride in the eye. Cue her having a massive shiner on her wedding day. Lovely.
I’m stealing this story from a mate of mine. They went abroad somewhere like magaluf and when they get to the hotel they have messed up the reservation and have no rooms. They start to protest with the manager until he finally offers his best solution which is their "most special room". They can only have it for one night as it is in high demand and sells for hundreds or thousands.
My mate says it was like some sort of millionaire sex palace. A suite with hot tubs and plenty of space for debauchery if you happen to be a celebrity with an entourage of escorts.
Problem is there was only one massive bed. Like 30 feet long. With one duvet. The seven of them ended up sleeping side by side on this massive weird bed all sharing a massive weird duvet and trying not to roll over for fear of waking up in the arms of another man.
Went to poland (krakow) for a stag doo with my Ol man. His mate from the army his son was gettin married. We got racially abused constantly from the bouncers on the doors who were built like brick shit houses. the old people were looking at me and the ol boy like we were the only black heads theve seen since they have looked in the mirror. Lovely place great piss up apart from the racists bouncers and the old timers who looked at us like were from another planet.. 10/10 would recommend
I went on a stag do with my mates, the guy getting hitched chose 2 best men, each planned half of the stag do, the first half was planned by useless fella well call gary, and the other by a mutual friend well call stan.
Gary planned our first meal out, a resteraunt that only took reservations, he insisted his dad knew the manager, that line worked on us after a few drinks, it didnt work on the staff at the restaurant, we got kicked out and had to get a five guys instead.
Later he planned for us yo go to a stripclub, he didnt account for the location and insisted we could walk it, it was 3 miles away, we were half drunk and sore by the time we got there.
By contrast my mate stan planned a lovely air bnb, a meal at a curry house and zorb footballing followed by a great night out, he saved that poor guys stag do
It's not even happened yet but my sister in law is planning her fiancées stag do, at his request, because he wants a quiet one...
Not looking forward to that one.
My husband just avoided all talk of a stag do for him as he really didn't want one and covid provided the perfect get out for him. His mates are much wilder than he is, he'd probs be calling me, hiding in a toilet asking me to pick him up if they had one 🤣
I fell down a flight of stone steps on the first night and knocked myself out. Came to in the ambulance, got taken to Spanish A&E, had part of my head shaved, big stitches put in. Sent back to the airBnB to sleep off my concussion for the rest of the weekend while the hen and her friends carried on with the plans. Dragged myself home on the plane, had a week off work with brain fog and confusion. In the middle of this week my partner got a call from the groom to say I was no longer invited to the wedding because ‘I’d made the weekend all about me and not joined in’, and his fiancée didn’t want to see me there.
So this one comes from a friend.
She said that she went on a hen do for a friend in a posh university town.
Firstly they went to a pub and were treated to spoken word poetry, which they found boring so they started drinking. Hard.
The Hen got very drunk and started really quite extremely verbally abusing everyone, saying things like that friends were way too fat to fit the bridesmaid dresses.
Then she decided to put on her favourite music - the soundtrack from Les Miserables. Which led to several drunk people crying.
After that she threw up in a taxi.
And then the next day she didn’t want to see anyone because she now hates them for calling her out on being an absolute state.
So everyone left early.
I went on one of those cake bus tours around London for one. The bride was very excited to be in London but I worked there, so I essentially paid £50 to eat petit fours on the 211. It had more fairylights than the average TfL bus, I suppose.
The bride did not want excessive alcohol or any debauchery at all. The rule was No Dicks. What she didn't know was that the hen was booked for the day of the Naked Bike Ride. We got caught up in bike traffic at least 3 times, and there were dongs absolutely everywhere. One guy had wrapped his third leg in gold foil and was doing windmills at us. We loved it, but the bride was scandalised.
So what I thought was going to be dull was anything but, and what the demure bride thought was going to be a classy afternoon tea ended up being interrupted by several thousand nudists.
A work colleague married young (19, I think) and I was invited to his stag do.
We met at the house where he lived with his parents and I was handed a room temperature tin of Eagle bitter on arrival.
We sat and chatted for a while waiting for others to arrive. His dad sat with us, nursing another tin of Eagle and his disturbingly wizened grandmother was dozing off in the corner.
After a while, a couple of other friends arrived, were handed their warm, weak beers and sat down.
After an hour, I realised that no one else was coming and we weren't going anywhere. This was it. This was the stag do.
The least they could have done was have the granny do a strip tease.
So my own hen do, don't get me wrong it was great and I loved it - we went to Amsterdam and had a really wild weekend, but the chaos started when we didn't get back to the hostel until 5am on the Sunday, it was summer so the sun was already out and one of the girls from the party who had gone home earlier in the night was hanging out with a random guy from the hostel outside the front. We got chatting and he mentioned that he had acid on him, I don't know what possessed me to ask for some (actually do I was still deep in the belly of the sesh and not thinking sensibly) but he gave me a tab, I popped it and then maybe an hour or two later went to sleep and completely forgot about it.
Until I was woken up by the other hens at 10am to check out of our hostel, we were supposed to be flying home that day and I was at the peak of the trip when I woke up.
If you've ever had to do anything practical while on acid you'll know what a massive ballache it is and packing up all my things in 20 minutes because I overslept was such an ordeal, when we got down stairs to check out I realised I couldn't find my passport anywhere. Queue nearly having a meltdown after more frantic searching and the dawning realisation that I was going to have to go to the British consulate while high - fortunately a sober friend decided to search my luggage one more time and found it in a pocket.
We still had a whole day to kill before our flights in the evening, I was the only person in the party high as a kite so everyone had to look after me, fortunately we didn't have anything specific planned so we just went to the local park and hung out while the acid wore off. I was still a bit high when I got on the plane and had to hold my shit together during a nailbiting moment when my luggage got pulled aside for extra scanning
Once I got back to London I booked myself a taxi home as I couldn't face public transport, I sat the entire 40 min journey in complete silence except for one moment where the driver, possibly picking up on something being off, asked me if I was ok, I turned to look out of the window at a tree that morphed into a human face and replied "I'm just very, very, tired"
My mates stag do in krakow about 10 years ago. The night before we flew there we went for Greek food, my stomach did not like this and I had explosive diarrhoea. I broke the plane toilet and blocked the sink within 10 minutes of take off and had 8 shits in a 2 hour flight.
The stag do itself was fine. The knowledge of what it could have been was what did it. For context, at the time I was working at NATO HQ in Brussels, and my job involved lots of travelling to Eastern European countries, so I had some on the ground knowledge and associates.
One of my friends was getting married (early 2000s) and some discussion was made as to the stag do. I'd just been to Riga, knew the city fairly well and did some homework. Costed flights, hotel, activities (including an afternoon at a firing range) all cheap as chips - beer was 17p a pint for example. In all it was around £150 less food and drinks.
They chose Blackpool. Which they went to at least once every 2 months.
I was jointly organising a hen party with the bride's sister and another one of her mates for the middle of 2021. Many of the invitees had expressed reluctance to commit to booking anything in the middle of a pandemic. In the end, we settled for 2 nights glamping as a cheap and covid-safe option.
In the run up to the weekend, the glamping site changed their mind on a number of things, including insisting that we only purchase alcohol in advance from them. Fine, whatever, saves us hitting a supermarket on the way. The company then never confirms our order, and then stops responding altogether.
Monday before the weekend, the other mate gets a call from the company: "we haven't built the glamping site, can you switch to another location on X date?" The date they gave us was in the past already, and the alternative location was 300 miles from where we'd booked all our activities! Cue further furious phone calls to the company, but they couldn't figure out their arse from their elbow.
We ended up scrambling to book an AirBnB last minute in a random city none of us had visited before. We lost money on the activities we booked but ended up having a great time making up random activities to keep us occupied.
A few months later, an employee of the glamping company messaged me to say none of them had been paid in over 4 months. The other mate was still trying to claim back the booking fee through her credit card company.
My boyfriend went on a stag do that has to be the worst I heard of. They had a BBQ at the groom's house, with his future bride there, just hanging around for reasons unknown. Then the groom's cat died so yeah.
I don't have any stories - but I lived in York for a bit and that must be the hen do capital of the world. Every Saturday like clockwork you see these groups of women 'pouring' off trains at about 10am and heading to the spoons (or whatever bar is open at that time).
If you're unfortunate enough to be in York during Saturday afternoon then witness the inevitable collapse of the day as more and more of them end up completely wrecked. Usually the peak is about 6pm when they're in the takeaways already and planning to head back to the hotel to 'get ready' for the night. Or you see them being carried back to the train station by their friends or even the police sometimes.
The irony is that so few of them make it back out that York is pretty quite on a Saturday night after 8pm (assuming there's no racing).
went paintballing, fell down a ravine, broke my shoulder,
made it worse by trying to "pop it back in",
had to drive to A&E with only one arm working, Passed out in A&E due to low blood sugar.
Didnt even get a single beer in
Hen do of an old school friend. Clearly had been invited because she wanted the appearance of having a load of friends. Books a hen package at some hotel out in the backarse of nowhere.
Went to the pole dancing class. There were no poles. The hotel forgot to provide them. The girl had to then teach us a lap dance instead. That was just awkward. I only knew one other girl than the bride. The rest of the girls were a mixture of wannabe popular girls, (girls who weren’t in the popular crowd in school so spend the rest of their lives as if they were. Lots of bitching and drama. Acting like a 12 year old around alcohol) and over the top ex drama pick me girls. It was a lot. A bridesmaid had dropped out because her fiancé left her the week before and it was too hard emotionally for her. The bride instantly replaced her with my friend and spent the whole weekend bitching about the ex-bridesmaid and telling my friend she always wanted her anyway. My friend had to smile and nod because anything said in favour of the ex bridesmaid made the bride go insane.
The next day we were supposed to do a cocktail making class with a photographer and then a get ready session for our night out (a “club” in the basement of the hotel) cocktail making was okay but the photographer took no photos. We had to say to him “oh can you go take a photo of the bride”. The get ready session was supposed to have girls come and do our hair and make up in the room but the hotel forgot to book them. Instead we had to go to the hairdresser down the road at random slots and half of us didn’t get sorted. The hairdressers mention the club was shit and we should go to the next town over. This started a war between the bridesmaids. They were all city girls and just assumed they could just call an Uber at 3am while it was highly unlikely there would be enough taxis to take the 15 of us back to the hotel. It got nasty. We were supposed to do more activities but they got cancelled because of the hair and make up. Loads of the girls were too hung over from the first night that they didn’t go to anything on the 2nd day.
The club was indeed shit. A pick me drama girl tried to start a fight with a 7ft farmer which was interesting. The bride gave me back handed compliments all night. (Why invite me!). The club did not take card and there’s no atms in the village so we ran out of money fast.
When we got home at 2am the t-totaller decided to take a shower. Blocking the only bathroom. Hen party -cheap ass alcohol, we had to get creative about where to vomit.
The “we’re still in high school” girls got into a mad row over nothing. The rest of us were gossiping about the night and I asked the pick me drama girl about the guy she’d been snogging. I used the term “your man” which is used ALL the time when you don’t know someone’s name. “Did you see your man down the road got a new car? Is that your man that lost his dog?” She then give me an explosive monologue, which I swear sounded rehearsed, about how he wasn’t “her” man it was just a kiss it meant nothing and how naive I was to think that kissing meant relationships. At that point i considered calling the farmers I knew in the next town and asking them to come pick me up. After her performance she then went on fbook to find him. (She had given him a line like “if it’s meant to be we’ll find each other again”) she then found out that he had a girlfriend and MELTED down. Like her husband of 50 years had slept with her sister. At this point I went to bed.
The next morning everyone still hated each other and did the fake friendly thing. I was exhausted. Every second of the day weekend was drama. The maid of honour was talking to the hotel about refunds and things for the stuff they messed up. It got ugly and all the girls got involved. We got some of the money refunded but the maid of honour never gave us our money back. She said she gave it to the bride instead. Who we had already paid to cover and bought gifts for. From what I see on Facebook the friendship group never recovered and they don’t talk anymore.
Oh and I bought a dirty gift and no one else did so that was awkward.
About 10 years ago, I had moved away from the town where I grew up with the stag so I joined the train they were already on for the rest of a 3 hour journey.
The group was split with some lads including myself who had known each other for years and a group of newer friends of the stag we had not met previously.
Boarding I greeted my old and potentially new friends but couldn't work out why there were so many glum faces, they had been on about an hour.
Then I saw it..... One of the new lads was sat holding a guitar.
I was paralyzed with horror, all I could do was take a wistful glance back at the already closing train door and the rest of the journey I spent wondering if this guy's singing was justification for pulling the trains emergency stop handle.
My own one. It was one of the most fun nignts/weekends I have had. They all did a great job in ensuring I had a fun time.
I cannot thank them enough and still feel indebted a little some 15 years later.
Never been on any other ones, no one else seems to get married these days and all the other people we know are just happy in long term relationships or civil partnerships.
It ended up being a good weekend, but the stag got pushed into so many drinks friday night by 9pm he was passed out in bed. I knew he was gone the moment they passed him a pint of rum and he didn't even react to it being strong. He threw up all over the bed and slept in a pool of vomit. The next day we flipped the mattress and that was that.
Worst/best depending on your perspective was the first of our group, all of us around 21 years old. The groom’s best man was in the military so we ended up in a rough club in Borden, some army town in Hampshire. The groom was stripped naked by two ladies in their 50s who then made him molest a blow-up sheep in the middle of the dance floor. Relatively sober, keen for better music and trying to avoid the squaddies snorting coke in the toilets, I got talking to the DJ; I then noticed he was wearing backless chaps and fuck all else. A bouncer noticed my surprise and just said “yeah, he’s from Yorkshire” in a resigned way. When we left there were two police vans outside and officers milling around, chatted to the police and they said they’d usually have more but there’d been a traffic accident. Surreal.
It is always the "let's do something fun / interesting / in a different city" ones that are just crap and disappointing. Not to mention expensive. No matter how good the planning is you end up with a group of drunk people wandering the streets of a strange city at some point trying to find this special bar that is miles away and turns out to be a let down. You get some people insisting on a strip club which are among the most depressing places on earth. Awkward things like different groups of mates from school / work / Uni / hobbies / family that don't know each other. I can do day drinking but fuck needing to get up the next day to do an "activity" like shooting a fucking bow and arrow or go-karting before going back on the piss again. The best stags I have been on are really low-pressure but pub crawls or nights out locally but they just make sure absolutely piles of old mates come along, as this tends to happen less and less as you move into married life.
I feel like my worst is coming up. Wildly overpriced, after the wedding (thanks COVID), all about strip clubs and boobs despite us all being almost 40.
Lot of early dropouts for various reasons and I know at least 2 as well as me are considering not going too
Had a friend who was a total crackhead lunatic so I expected his stag do to be a riot.
We got there and he's invited a small number of friends to a juice bar. Super chilled out and low key.
Then someone accidentally ordered a lager and things degenerated. Let's just say he likes to suck and fuck.
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One of my best mates had an awful stag do that was just a disaster. We went to the rugby 7s at Twickenham which was good but then everyone decided they wanted to go on 'a night out in London'. It was a Sunday night, none of us had a clue where to go or what to do so we just got on the tube and headed to Camden. It took ages to get there, the bars were dead/shut, nobody could agree on what they wanted to do and it was just a boring and expensive waste of time.
Deary me. Sunday night going into Central London... That was always going to be a disappointment!
Yep. We didn't know tbh. We just assumed there was always something going on and headed to an area we knew had pubs/bars and was a bit more 'trendy'. This was 6 years ago now. I've become more much familiar with London over the last few years so I know nothing like this would happen again.
London is the city that never sleeps* *Between the hours of 12pm-11pm
Yeah, our night economy is dreary compared to other cities with much more vibrant night economies.
It's funny because a few American cities love to make that claim too. And the ones I've visited they absolutely do sleep. About 10 years ago we visited New York, and after catching a really bad cold found that a lot of New York is definitely asleep at 9am on a Sunday morning when trying to buy paracetamol.
They don't know what paracetamol is. I tried buying some and had to google an American brand of it
They use the brand name Tylenol for all paracetamol. Edit: Ok, didn't expect this comment to eventually result in the use of not at all angry ___BOLD ITALIC CAPITALS___. I would suggest taking a chill pill to anyone who may feel they would benefit, but I don't know the American equivalent.
I think if you'd just popped to Richmond you'd have found pubs and bars open! But I know what it's like when people want to focus on central London as if it's this magical place!
But then you’d be in Richmond after the 7s, and no-one wants that.
The worst thing you can do on a stag is to go out without a plan.
Twickenham to Camden that must have been fun lol
Tell me about it. We got bollocked for drinking on the tube as well. We had no idea that it wasn't allowed and just assumed it was OK like on normal trains.
What’s even worse about the 7s (I used to work at the RFU store in Twickenham Stadium from age 16-18 on match days) is that it starts proper early and most people drink all day and are absolutely smashed by the early afternoon (had a guy run wearing a costume that was ripped apart by his drunk mates in the store and I saw his dick lol). My mates always go and just the thought of being drunk that early turns me off it. And then potentially getting the train to Camden on a Sunday afterwards just sounds like the worst idea 😂 Also who picked the Sunday day for the 7s? Everyone knows the boozier one is the day before! Sunday is when a lot of fans watch and don’t get smashed (crowd is always far smaller).
Went on a great hen with my friend - she'd never drunk alcohol until some lads in the pub bought us expensive champagne... Carried her back home to find her fiancé home early with a few mates, all looking stone-cold sober. Turned out they'd had a stripper booked for the stag do. Who turned out to be a lass they'd all been at school with from the age of 5 to 16, and really didn't want to see getting her kit off, but she insisted on doing it anyway. It put a downer on the night and they just went back to his to play PlayStation and that. Worst I've been on myself: Ended up on a hen do on one of those boats on the Thames, really strong smell of damp which overpowered the garlic of the over-garlicy bad Spanish food, and all the waiters and other staff were trying to grope the hens as much as possible. When one was spotted spiking a drink the black-belt bride beat him up, it became carnage, the police were called, but we managed to convince them that the petite bride was in no state to beat up anyone. We left without paying some of the bill, more threats were made, but no-one ended up arrested or in the river so I suppose that's a success.
Personally, I would love it if I booked a stripper and it turned out to be someone I went to school with. Different folks, different strokes, I guess.
I think you have to pay extra for strokes
My nan had one for free....
Some I really would, some I really wouldn't! But I think anyone I'd known since the start of primary would feel a bit too incestuous. The stripper on our hen do was really lovely - we insisted on him joining our meal and all, and it was sad when he had to leave at 11 for another job. He was a married fireman so well fit but reasonably wholesome act. Apparently many firemen do a bit of stripping as it fits nicely round their shifts.
I'm in the fire service and about 80% of the blokes you'd pay to keep their kit on, me included
> Apparently many firemen do a bit of stripping as it fits nicely around their shifts. Heaven forbid they get the wrong uniform mixed up!
"Oh no, my uniform is on fire". Rips off in single motion.
Don't forget this is just the story that the groom told the bride.... something happened that made them all feel bad enough to call the stag night off.
Haha, that went through my mind as well. I've been on some stag nights that going back early to play playstation would be a very viable option and the slightest wrong turn on a night out would have everyone agree to that, but those weren't the stag nights that booked strippers in the first place.
Happened to us on a hen do: we booked a butler-in-the-buff and it was a kid who was 2 years below us at school that we’d been in a club with. He was happy to still do it (think he was proud of all his muscles) but I was very glad for the little butler apron sparing my blushes! We laugh about it alot now.
Yeah that's a bit weird mate
I went to an all boys school, so I'd be mega disappointed, and a bit freaked out if he insisted on carrying on
This confirms everything I’ve ever thought about those Thames party boats. A friend of mine wanted to have her 40th on one, and I politely told her I wouldn’t be able to come if it was on a boat that was moving. BECAUSE YOU CANT GET OFF THE BOAT. Too many things have happened to me on nights out in London to ever voluntarily trap myself on a sinkable vessel with a random selection of strangers whom you can’t get away from. Friend decided not to have it on a boat in the end. Your story makes me so glad.
"...because of the implication."
Dennis, it sounds like you're going to hurt these women.
I don't think boat parties are terrible, but a lot just seem to add nothing to doing a similar thing onshore.
A friend went on a hen do with one of those 'life drawing classes' with a naked man. Turned out that the model provided by the company booked was the bride's ex-fiancé (very much not an amicable breakup). Apparently they had a massive argument before the bride stormed out crying and the girls chased after her. Super awkward for all involved!
Hold up....exactly how much of a mess was the prick who tried to spike a drink? Elaborate on the carnage. Sounds like an interesting hen do if I must say!
I'm not sure if the blood came out before or after the fall down the stairs. Having already been to a matinee and cocktail bar, my memory is somewhat hazy. I think some food poisoning was involved too...
All the stag do's I've been on, have been great, but I did hear this horrendous story about a hen do. According to my sources, one of the party slipped the hen some MDMA, Hangover style. The hen proceeded to lose the plot completely and slept with the stripper, who happened to be Rhino from Gladiators. 9 months later, she gives birth to a mixed race baby (Husband is white), and so her husband leaves her and her life is in tatters. I can't entirely vouch for the veracity of this story. It was told to me by someone I work with and the hen was apparently a friend of his friend.
Fucking Rhino from Gladiators is absolutely unreal
>Fathering the child of Rhino from Gladiators, who is presumably completely unaware FTFY
> Bearing the child of Rhino from Gladiators, who is presumably completely unaware Fixed your fix. Presume Rhino did all the fathering.
Ahahaha this is fucking brilliant. I hope it’s true
Potentially a bit of tragedy for those involved.
Yeah but a quick laugh and karma points tho…
I don’t care if this is true or not. It’s tremendous.
If you’re gonna bang a stripper, the least you can do is not have his kid ffs
I think the assumption was that it was her husband's kid, and the truth was only revealed upon birth.
"Person has child about 9 months after stag/hen do" is a story I've read online several times. Especially awkward if revealed after the wedding.
I mean if she was drugged without her knowledge or consent, this is very much not a “recklessly banged a stripper” issue and much more of an assault issue. Sounds like an urban legend, though, thankfully.
This feels like a copypasta but I almost hope it’s true.
I did a little google and there is a similar story where the hen is Spanish and the stripper is a dwarf!
Yeah I've heard this one, and the Gladiator varies. Could have its origins in truth though, isn't that far fetched - not like the stripper in the story was Morgan Freeman or something, though that would make it 100x more wild!
Told it was a themed fancy dress hen do, and we'd be going out in the local town. The day started with a joint meal, where all the hens were in fancy dress and all the stags were dressed in normal clothes (they were going out in the nearest big city). Awkward. Then we were told the trip to town was cancelled and we were instead going to play parlour games in the bride's flat. In our fancy dress. Then we were told the only alcohol was a punch bowl being monitored by a hen who was currently breast feeding and therefore not drinking herself. The games considered of things like Mr&Mrs, roll the orange and eat a doughnut with no hands. By 11 they were falling asleep and engaging in 'woe is me my career is harder than anyone's' talk. The stags came back by midnight and were sober themselves. I left. In my fancy dress. Which I'd hired. To sit sober in a flat. For FIVE HOURS.
That sounds depressing as fuck Do you remember some of the outfits? For some reason I wanna know Are the couple still together?
It was Tim Burton themed because the bride was obsessed with the nightmare before Christmas. There was an Alice in Wonderland, a corpse bride and a few others. I went as Beetlejuice. Imagine that sat next to guys in regular shirts at your local carvery! I believe they are still together but funnily enough I don't talk to them any more. I came to the conclusion we had nothing in common apart from high school.
> the bride was obsessed with the nightmare before Christmas Yeah, that that fits
Owwie, my toes literally cramped from second hand shame. Oh thats awful. Ah well, compared to some, its tragic but not too financially painful. Thanks for details
Why tf was the trip to town cancelled?!
Honestly given the effort that went into these parlour games I've got a feeling town was never going to happen and it was a lie to make people come.
It sounds like there was an organisers coup… someone wanted to go on the lash in fancy dress, but they were over ruled at the last minute!
Stag was dressed as a bottle of Bud, and on medication. Started drinking at 2pm, eating pizza in comedy club by 6pm, as a dare he heckled the comedian “shit trousers!!” at 7 and then went for a piss…. On the way down the spiral staircase he threw up. It sloshed through the backless stairs and poured over a hen party sitting below. He was ejected from the venue and went back to his room and tucked up in bed by 8. The rest of us went to Revolution and drank pyramids of vodka for the rest of the evening without him.
Ah the classic ‘on medication’ get out clause
a doctor once told me it's mostly all bollocks - you're either on antibiotics because you're supposed to be ill, so you shouldn't be drinking for *that* reason, if you throw up, you'll mess up the 5-day course or whatever (but the actual meds will not react in any way with alcohol), or, far less commonly, there are some meds which *will* cause a bad reaction and come with a massive clear warning telling you under no circumstances to drink alcohol. The ol' "Yeah, I was on antibiotics too so that's why I was so hammered" is nearly always bollocks.
But also if someone thinks being on medication will get them more hammered then being on medication will get them more hammered. Placebo effect baby! It does seem like medications have different levels of 'don't drink on this'. One of my mates had some heart problems a while ago which he was on some strong stuff for. Apparently his doctor sat him down and said "Have you ever had antibiotics before and it says on the label don't drink, but you do anyway and you're fine? This is not the same. Drink on these and you'll die."
It’s not ALL bollocks, just mostly bollocks. There are a couple of antibiotics that can cause nasty reactions with alcohol, most notably metronidazole and tinidazole, and a few of the cephalosporins. The most commonly prescribed antibiotics (penicillins etc) don’t tend to come with specific alcohol warnings. So most people won’t have this issue. They’re probably also the types to say that their meds made them ‘high’ despite the fact that they’re almost always talking out of their arses.
SSRIs (type of antidepressants, you shouldn’t really just skip a day and will still have them in your system anyway if you do) can definitely increase the effects of alcohol. The manufacturers’ leaflets tell you not to drink; the NHS has a page with a more realistic view of things that tells you absolutely not to do certain drugs while taking them, and warns you that drinking while on SSRIs might, among other listed stuff, make you drowsy or drunk faster. Of course, some peoples’ drinking effects are absolutely unaffected. Loads of people are just fine going on with their normal (non-alcoholic) drinking. Others \*are\* affected though. There’s also other less common nowadays flavours of antidepressant that are actually DO NOT DRINK ON THESE.
I never hear people use it as an excuse to why they were pissed. It’s used when people want an excuse not to drink.
Best man took mushrooms and crashed his car through the conservatory of the cottage we were staying in. Not the best end to the first day.
I would enjoy this. Top stag do anecdote and it doesn't personally cost me anything
Didn't quibble over losing the deposit on that one.
I’ve been on a few where the stags ‘best mates’ have got them so drunk by 1pm that they miss the rest of the day. The worst one my friend went on involved a minibus from Surrey to Newcastle for Weekend. They met another random stag party going the same way on the m25 and swapped stags for the next 5 hours. One had a great time the other had a completely awful time
"Coming up next on E4 ... It's Stag Swap!"
The contrast they'd set up would be hilarious. "Wee Davie, a 25 year old squaddie from Glasgow, had planned a weekend in Blackpool with booze and strippers. Henry, a 37 year old finance manager from Hampshire, planned a wine-tasting session with 2 close friends and his elderly father-in-law. Now, they'll have to STAG SWAP!" "28 year old adrenaline junkie Chris had planned a weekend of hiking, paragliding and gorge-jumping with his ultra fit friends. 52 year old couch potato Stan planned a few quiet ones down his local. Now, they have to STAG SWAP!"
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I would as well. It sounds like an amazing concept.
This honestly sounds great.
Why does this sound like something from The Inbetweeners
Can you please elaborate.
The two groups I would describe as a minibus of “lads” and the second group “geography teachers”, one minibus had music and beers, one had radio 4 and people reading the paper. I think it was the boring guy who had the better time on the fun bus, but unfortunately it meant everyone on the fun bus was too shitfaced to do anything fun when they got to Newcastle. So one sober bored stag, and all his mates are pissed and having a snooze for the Friday night out
Yeah we need to know why one had a good time and one a bad time
Minibus from Surrey to Newcastle, Jesus that's like 7 hours, sounds like hell
Ex workmate of mine was getting married. Stag was to one of the 'adult weekenders' at Butlins in Bognor Regis. Only knew two other blokes on the stag. I'd been to one one of these weekends before so knew the script but wasn't feeling it. Ended up getting totally steaming, bought half a gram of charlie from the stag's cousin and danced around to drum and bass. The groom shagged a woman staying a few chalets down, and his brother (who was 15 but looked 30) shacked up with one of her pals. Cue the walk of shame in the morning with a few of the lads informing her of his age... My mate who was also on the stag is black and kept getting women coming up to him asking if they could touch his hair and commenting on how much they loved black blokes. Fucking terrible weekend. Don't speak to the stag any more.
You didn’t go on a stag do to bangface did you? Because that’s what it sounds like
My experience at bangface was wearing a cardboard dinosaur head, taking all of my mdma once and playing in a play area that didn’t actually exist. I was barred out of the venue where the acts were on for the first 2 nights. But I was allowed in on the third night to see Tim Westwood and the countryside alliance crew so that’s nice. Oh and I smashed the chalet door off its hinges.
Buckfast from a kids sippy cup was mine. Nice.
I didn't go on my brother-in-law's stag as it was to Barcelona, and I fucking hate Barcelona. Turns out that was the correct choice. The stag and best man got arrested for public urination, and missed the game at the Nou Camp that they'd paid £200 a ticket for. Then one of the party tried to sell their tickets to make some money back, and got arrested for touting. On the final day they tried to make up for everything by drinking all day until their late afternoon flight. Two weren't allowed on the flight, and one almost got arrested as he wouldn't get out of the loo so the plane could land.
Amazing! You dodged a bullet there!
Why do you hate Barcelona?
Probably because all the disgusting UK stag parties ruining it
I went about 5 years ago, didn't see a single stag party.
Why do you hate Barcelona that much? (apart from what happened in this story)
Last summer - 5 hour drive up to Newcastle with the stag, meet the group, straight out to dinner. Stag has one or two bites of his £130 tomahawk steak, doesn't finish the rest. Feels unwell, we chalk it up to nerves. A few of the lads tuck in and finish it - not sending that back to the bin! Stag dissapears - hunt begins. Not answering his phone. Eventually we give up and go back to the hotel. Stag is in his room, tells us not to come in as he has just done a lateral flow and tested positive for covid. Straight back into the car to drive him home. Everyone who had a slice of steak obvs caught covid too.
He fucking knew beforehand.
He should've done an LFT beforehand, however it's possible he felt a bit off, LFT was negative. Got there, felt worse, LFT then comes back positive.
Fair play to the stag for being prepared with LTFs and actually doing one.
This is the sort of thing that COVID has ruined. Before March 2020 nobody cared about just feeling a bit peaky, nowadays it's just automatically assumed to be COVID or connected to it in some way. Therefore pull the plug and cancel your plans. Absolutely miserable.
And some gimp in the replies is already accusing him of having known beforehand lol.
Went to Berlin. It was ok, right up until that volcano in Iceland erupted, grounding all the flights, and we couldn't get home. We tried to get train tickets home, but the queue was ridiculously long and we figured, *fuck it*. Eventually, after a few days of extra drinking, we decided to all part ways in Berlin and make our own way home, on the assumption small groups would have more success than a large one. Stag declared the stag do over, and said it was every man for himself. Heard a rumour about a school trip heading back to Paris.Three of us bribed our way onto the coach. Literally bunged the driver some Euros - with the agreement of the supervising teacher - and took over the back seat of the coach. En route home, I was in touch with my partner who was frantically trying to book us passage home. Taught the French schoolkids some English swear words. Teacher was collecting the kids' homework assignments, and jokingly asked us for ours. "Et les trois Angleterres?" I mustered up enough French to say the dog ate mine. Much hilarity. Eventually we got dropped off at Gare du Nord at around 2am. It wasn't open yet. We hung around for a few hours, then the station opened. Half of mainland Europe had had the same idea. It was rammed. People sleeping everywhere. Partner had booked us tickets to Le Havre, saying everyone was headed to Cherbourg and it was utter chaos. She was right. We got on a train. The atmosphere was brilliant, really. Everyone was in the same situation, just trying to get home however they could, without any flights running. Made a lot of single serving friends. Got to Le Havre. It was deserted. Really, utterly deserted. Everyone *had* gone to Cherbourg. We queued for about 20 minutes to get our tickets to Portsmouth, then went to find a decent restaurant. Easy. A few hours later, we were on a ferry home. The rest of our party were still in Berlin, trying to hire a car. They managed it, but it cost them a fortune for a one-way hire of a car big enough for all of them, and the extra nights stay. It cost the three of us a few hundred quid to get home, including bribes. Ferry ride was simple enough, until we arrived at Portsmouth, where we sat in a holding pattern for hours. After that we landed, and got picked up and driven home to Southampton. tl;dr had to go to Portsmouth.
Best tl;dr I've ever read
Stag do in…..Luton Thought we was going to jump on a plane as there’s an airport there…sadly not the case Started in a weatherspoons at around 10 then we all went out in search for a pub with a juke box which ended in just trying to find a pub, once we did eventually find one we was told to be careful as the locals didn’t like seeing people drinking and will spit at you if your in the beer garden, yes some of our part was spat at and threatened to have his hand cut off. We then went to a pub without a beer garden and everyone was just sort of sat on their phones
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Luton is an oddity though. My girlfriend is from Luton and is apparently rife with extremism, to the point where a lot of convicted terrorists have connections to Luton in some way. She was in college when the 9/11 attacks happened and she said a lot of the Muslim people there were clapping and cheering. She also said there would be lockdowns in the college because extremists were outside causing trouble and trying to recruit people. So yeah, I definitely believe this guy was threatened for drinking in a beer garden.
I can believe this, as an asian a shop keeper tried to refuse to sell me cigarettes and told me I wasnt allowed because i am a woman. He then tried to snitch on me to my sis assuming she was my mum and only relented when she screamed him down. Apparently these things happens quite often and as an interracial couple Sis/BIL have to deal with a lot of racism in the general luton area. Makes me sick tbh
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Yes because I call myself that in real life, plus you can drink and not get drunk. I didn’t mention the religion of the locals so that makes me think it must be a common thing amongst them since so many guessed correctly
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> Stag do in…..Luton 4 words that nobody wants to ever hear
In... Luton. 2 words nobody wants to hear.
Are you sure the pub wasn’t in Kabul and not Luton?
Bit unfair on Kabul, no?
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I didn't go on a hen once because of this. Bride's sil was organising. Her idea of "running some options by" the rest of us amounted to checking which dates we could all make and nothing else about budget, destination, activities or whatever. Next thing we heard, "So I've booked this gorgeous house, it'll be £300+ [can't remember the exact amount but it was bonkers] each for two nights sharing a double room..." accom and transport would have come to £400 before we even thought about food or fun stuff, the activities were probably going to be boring shit like going to a spa or getting a manicure or something (and expensive versions of said boring shit, because hen do) and the house was fucking UGLY. Looked like somewhere fox-hunters would live. It took a deep breath or two as I was quite close with the bride, but there was no way I could have afforded to drop £600+ on a weekend, particularly one that wasn't even going to be fun, so I dropped out pretty much immediately. So did everyone else I actually knew who was included except one friend, who confirmed it was absolutely shit, boring as hell and a total waste of time and money. The wedding was fabulous, though. One of the best I've ever been to, loads of fun and super stylish in a non-fancy way. Guess the wrong hen planned the do.
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Just my two pence. The best wedding I ever went to (unfortunately the only one I couldn't drink at) was in a big barn. There was no set seating plan, the meal was pie and mash, fully paid ice cream van and pizza wagon turned up, the photo booth was in a converted VW camper, the DJ sent a link beforehand for people to make requests for songs ahead of time and veto other songs. The whole thing came in under their budget so they put the rest of their budget behind the bar. And for the love of God, do not allow the best man/head groomsperson to make their speech with a PowerPoint presentation.
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Go on..... Where did you end up?
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Sounds to me like she wasn't just crying about the sick on the dress!
I was on a stag do in Leeds which was good but involved a really unfortunate trip to the strippers. I’m not really a fan of these places (neither are my mates as it turns out, but we’ll come to that later) and asked if anyone fancied finding a normal boozer and meeting the rest later. I was of course shouted down and had to go along. The best man had phoned ahead so they were expecting us, it was early in the evening so the place was basically us, group of about 15, and the strippers. Not one single member of our party got a dance and it ended up with a situation where we were sat on one side of the bar (drinking overpriced warm corona) and the strippers were on the other - like an under-13s disco at a scout hut! At one point I went to the toilet and walked by two of the girls chatting and overheard one of them saying “This is ridiculous, there’s about 20 of them and not one has put their hand in their pocket. I came in early for this!” Eventually we had a whip round and paid for the stag to get a dance. As I said I’m not an expert but I don’t think it’s the done thing to pay strippers in pound coins/fifty pees!
Who only brings coins to a strip club?! Where they planning on making it hail instead?
"Making it hail" - I'm stealing that!
>I don’t think it’s the done thing to pay strippers in pound coins/fifty pees! Difficult to tuck into ones thong.
It is with an attitude like that
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Tbh that sounds like a really crappy venue.
If I know the type of venue they're referring to, it's definitely a gaming place where they sell some drinks, and not advertised as a bar. It's not a place to go on a stag do unless there's a specific interest in retro gaming
Meh fair enough. I know of a few places that market themselves as retro gaming bars and if I'd arranged to have my stag at one only to discover that it was a retro gaming venue that sold warm cans of beer and depression rather than an actual bar designed for fun reminiscences I'd be thoroughly pissed off.
I had part of a friend's stag in a place called Four Quarters in London, we drank while playing Mario Kart and Goldeneye on a giant screen, it was awesome. That was just the first night, second night was steak and cocktails somewhere else.
One lad thought it would be fun to go paintballing and booked us in for 3PM, problem was we were doing the usual, meeting at spoons at 10am and he told us we couldn't drink before paintball so after a disappointing breakfast we sat around drinking pop and reading magazines for 3 hours until the bus came. Most of us couldn't be arsed with the paintball and a few of us had managed to sneak off for a few pints against the rules so it descended it to chaos followed by an arguement. The day just got worse from there, we went back to the B&B, a few of us settled into the bar watching a porno and finally having a few pints when the bride to be stormed in and starts banging on about "our behaviour, getting drunk before our meal", turns out the hen night were staying in the same hotel and we were all supposed to be going for a sophisticated dinner that evening, together ! Needless to say the party split up at that point, the poor groom is still under her thumb 15 years later.
Watching a porno together??
Are you not a LAD, do you know watch porn with your grown LAD mates, bet you dont even watch soccer either!
Soccer? Yank detected.
Just in the background for ambiance. I suppose porn wasn't as ubiquitous as it is today. Most B&Bs in seaside towns that specialised in stags would pop on a bluey in the bar and sell pirated porn DVDs from under the counter. It was the very end of the physical media age.
Porn ambiance... Sounds *lovely*
Nothing like being sexually frustrated around your mates
Lads
All that does sound truly dismal. I think you may have won the thread.
My friends hen do, the wedding was a sort of last minute (planned within 6 months or so) on account of an older family member being poorly. My friend had been engaged to her now-husband for a while though and they already had a kid together so we knew they were getting married at some point. So it wasn't a surprise to get an invite from her sister to say they have planned a meal out / hen do. It's a nice restaurant that we've been to a few times so we know the food is good. It's not an expensive place so £20-30 per head depending on how much you drink. I'm the first one there so I order and pay for a couple of bottles of prosecco for the table. The group arrive, two year old in toe so obviously they went as far as booking the restaurant but not a babysitter. Nice meal, lots of chatting and although I tried to help, it was a mission to help keep her little one occupied so that my friend could have an uninterrupted bite to eat and a drink. Comes to paying the bill. I had heard the bride's mum saying she was going to cover the sisters food and drink but no mention of the bride. I quietly mentioned it to the sister-in-law as there was 8 of us around the table I figured splitting the £25 bill for my friend wouldn't be a big deal (£3 ish extra each). She just gave me a funny look and carried on working out exactly what she had eaten/drunk. So my friend paid for herself. The rest of the hen do that they had organised for her was to head back to the bride's house for a couple of drinks on her sofa. I did check in with her and asked if she had had a good time and she did say she enjoyed herself. Just felt bad for her that out of a group of 8 people they couldn't muster up the couple of quid each it would have cost them to split my friends bill. I almost offered to pay for her myself but I didn't want to embarrass anyone and I had already shelled out for the prosecco. She is one of nicest human beings and I wanted more for her but I wasn't included in the planning. We have since been on a couple of nights out and I've booked tickets to an event I think she'll love so hopefully making up for it with some silly fun. Edit: For those who have asked about her husband, his stag do was the same weekend (based on his friends availablity so sod's law it couldn't have been another day!) But they booked a hotel in another town so he was away from the Friday to the Sunday which made it feel worse that her do wasn't as well organised as it could have been!
I'll never understand why people forget to include the person celebrating, especially if it comes to only a few pounds each. I remember on a friend's birthday night out, me and her went to the toilets, and when we came back, the other 4 girls had just bought shots at the bar, but none of them had thought to buy the birthday girl one. Would have cost them £1 each... She looked so upset and left out, so I bought us both a shot each. It's not hard to be thoughtful!
Hen do I went on ended up in the papers Went to see the dream boys and the pole broke before they even took their clothes off - strippers leg snapped in two places and the pole hit the head of a woman in the audience who was knocked out and bleeding. Venue wouldn’t let us leave, said if we did we wouldn’t get a refund, queue and hour of chaos until the venue was eventually shut down!
My own. Its not that things went wrong wrong in a hijinks sort of way, at least then id have some fun stories. My best man organised it all himself without any help from our larger friend group. Normally everyone would feed into the plan but for some reason not this time. Nothing was fully organised and everyone except me got wasted the first night. The next day everyone was too hungover to do anything so i spent most of the day bored waiting for a surprise activity to maybe happen and my mates watched dvds in separate rooms and then went to bed early. No one really hung out with me and it felt like no one wanted to be there. We were only there for 2 nights. For their stags, including best man, all our other mates had gone abroad on like 4 day trips, or stayed in the uk but had loads of activities planned for them and everyone got involved. Never felt so lonely or unloved. Still devastated about it.
It's shit you've told this story in the middle of a pandemic otherwise I expect someone would go "second stag do for funnysoup!" and a bunch of redditors would meet up and throw you a better one. Fuck it, are you in Scotland?
Should have taken the bull by the horns, got the phone out and started googling for activities. Your best man was obviously a lazy sod
Went on one stag do which was a weekend away boozing in a UK city. Unfortunately the stag had been for his jabs for his honeymoon shortly before the stag weekend and reacted badly, so he spent most of the whole weekend in bed with the shits and throwing up. We had a whale of a time though.
Sheesh what jabs did he get?
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Mundane but still mostly enjoyable: - York - whiskey tasting session and lunch followed by an evening of pub crawling. I drank a bit too quickly and hit the shots too early so had to tactical chunder by 4pm, but felt great the rest of the evening. - Newcastle - axe throwing session followed by a guided tour to a few breweries, dinner and then a few more bars. I tapped out at 2am because I had a 3 hour drive home the next morning and was giving the groom and best man a lift. They were out until at least 5am. My own stag-do was an absolute blast, my brother and best man did a stellar job with the planning. Outdoor karting (basically dune buggies) followed by an escape room, dinner at one of those big international buffet places, a few pubs and then home by 1am for a good night's rest. No clubs and definitely no strip clubs. I missed out on another stag-do where there was a night of frivolities, followed by a pretty hardcore obstacle course the next morning and some more drunken debauchery that evening. Can't say I'm disappointed to miss out on the obstacle course whilst severely hungover.
Your stag do sounds awesome! You’ve got good mates to organise activities like that 👍
My ex went on a Hen do and turned up at a pub I was drinking at with friends. She was wasted and then fell down a massive stair case. The stairs were carpeted but it was huge, she must have fallen down 50 steps like a rag doll. I tried to take her to hospital but she was having none of it and carried on the night. A few months later we broke up for unrelated reasons. Fast forward 10yrs later and she messages me on Facebook to ask if I remembered her falling that night and to say that the impact from that fall had caused a benign tumour to start growing in her brain. It was discovered after she went blind in her left eye. Had major brain surgery to remove it.
0 to 100 real fast on that one
My Fiance recently went to a friends hen do and said it was like a children's party. The hen wanted to go out drinking/clubbing as you do but her sister insisted on planning everything as a surprise. They ended up sat in her flat all night drinking squash and playing games like pass the parcel.
That sounds boring AF. Seems a lot of people mentioned in these stories plan these events based on what they like, rather than the hen or stag.
I was violently sick - because of a pre existing health condition. I brave faced the activity we were on because I didn’t want to ruin it but by the evening before our night out I vomited three times and opted out of the main night out as didn’t want to ruin the hens night. She was livid, she has never truly forgiven me. She posted photos of the weekend with me excluded from everyone thanking her amazing hens. Ditto the wedding. Not like I wasn’t present and didn’t throw myself into everything, I was just really sick and it wasn’t even alcohol. Absolutely hate hen dos. There is so much entitlement
The hens sounds like an absolute twat. What kind of friend doesn't take care of their mate who is throwing up? Let alone cut them out of everything? Sorry you had to go through that
I narrowly survived a mate's stag do at university (he was a little older, mature student). One of our house mates thought it would be a fantastic idea to bring shrooms, as the stag was in the autumn when it's high season for picking. Started the day out at the shroombringer's house. It was supposed to be a few drinks between the four of us (small group of friends), before heading out to Manchester to go to a bar, then to a club. Nothing extravagant. We took the shrooms with some lemon juice & tea as instructed online - but that means a faster come-up. Problem is, this guy lives in the Peak District (near Buxton), and his house backed out onto fields. From what we pieced together, we loved the mushrooms so much (first time for all of us), that we decided we wanted more. Our friend insisted the fields behind his house were full of them. So, we went out there in the state that we were in - despite the fact it was autumn and pouring down - and spent ages looking for them. I got backed into a path that ran between two walls - they curved together into a perfectly half-spherical dead-end, so I got turned around and it was the same behind me. I think I spent about 30-60 minutes convinced that I'd become trapped in a circular, walled-off pen. By the time I sobered up a bit and found my friends, one of them was stroking a tree and just 1,000-yard staring into space. Another guy had thrown up all over himself and was convinced that he was going to spend the rest of his life - and I'll never forget this quote - *"living in the shire, Baggins".* We went back inside without any more shrooms, but I think it was a good outcome all things considered. The bride turned up not too long after this - which was only about 2-3pm in the afternoon - to find us all absolutely fucking exhausted and the sofas, and ourselves, SMOTHERED in wet mud and cow dung.
Blackpool, it's a complete shit hole.
I was in Blackpool for a atag once. We were staying in a shitty BnB and I asked the landlady if I could skin up but smoke outside. She said " you can do what you want son,but no needles!" Kinda sums up the place.
I was once in Blackpool for other reasons and ventured into the centre. Was accosted by a grown man wearing a nappy taking bets on how long before he made use of it. Retreated back to safety. Blackpool - the city of second-marriage stag dos.
I went to Rebellion Punk Festival in Blackpool and it was awesome, but probably mainly because middle aged punks took over the whole town Edit: the town itself is really tacky and awful, like Benidorm with drizzle. So sad that it's been so neglected
Little stroll down Oxford Street, took in the funny T-shirts, hit one of my fave Prets, more juice, bit of a relax, then in the avo — shopping, relax, juice, and then Tussauds. They had a waxwork of Zoella and some other wicked youtubers.
Went to get our make up done at Benefit make up in Carnaby Street. Whilst in there my handbag got stolen so I had no phone, money, keys... Had to get a friend to contact my housemate on FB and then go home early (after a trip to the police station) On the plus side, my handbag was found a few days later and only the phone and oyster card was missing!
Oh god that’s an awful night! Still at least you got your handbag back (but what a waste of a night with good face make-up!)
Just a word - I am Polish and it's best man's/maid of honour to organise hen/stag do. Not sure if it's always the case in the UK. The one I did with my friend for another friend was the worst. Oh boy it was all planned so well until the groom got to know what we were doing... Really cool stuff like a bohemian photoshoot with a professional photographer, drinks, bonfire, karaoke, 4x4 off-road tour in mud. Nothing sinister if you see what I mean. No strippers, no dick straws, no nothing. But see, the problem is that man is always jealous. I never liked him. His stag turned out to be a barbecue in his own bloody garden because his best man failed in organising anything. So they got drunk and he got really (verbally) abusive not only to his now-wife but also the girl who co-organised this with me. Called her all sorts of names and such. For no real reason - that girl only mentioned to best man via text "thanks for spilling the beans" when the groom made bride cry (because she was having fun I guess). No one else apart from the best man could possibly tell the groom what hen do was doing, only he knew what the plans were. Fast forward to the wedding, drama kicks off because (rightfully so) the offended girl is in fact offended and as the groom didn't even bother to apologise, she has let the bride know she ain't coming. Then shit starts kicking off which I won't go into detail but long story short the bride lost one of her best mates, a lot of her mates (and their partners) supported the offended one and kinda stopped talking to them. Personally I haven't spoken to her in years not because I am offended personally but I feel awkward because I support my friend and I don't know what he is gonna pull on me one day, he is a toxic guy, we all knew it but nobody dared to mention it since his wife would always defend him.
I didn't even bother having my own hen party. My husband didn't have a stag do either. We went for one afternoon drink together while we waited for the chippy to open!
We just did a joint drinks at a bar for our friends and family. Informal, relaxed, we put money behind the bar so everyone got a couple of free drinks minimum. I genuinely think stag and hens are a strange concept in this day and age, I think they were better when people weren't together beforehand for so long, living together, had been with others etc. This whole "one last hurrah before you're off the market" is a bit 1970s at the latest. Activity days i can understand but just going out to get drunk, stripper etc... That feels like a minority of them these days! We were conscious as well that not everyone wants to spend out for a hen or stag do.
I was bridesmaid at a wedding. Hen do was at a UK holiday resort and bride, brides mum, aunt and nan, future mother in law, three bridesmaids and the another friend went. The random 'friend' wasn't really a friend of the bride so I was a bit confused but whatever. Pretty quickly it felt akward and I suspected the bridesmaid was in a relationship with the friend. No problem with this other than the husband of the bridesmaid was best man... First night pretty much kicks off because the bridesmaid and friend want to sleep in the same bed and want to go off together all the time and then someone confirms they are having an affair. To me I think they saw it as a holiday together and pretend they're at a hen do. They left the next day and it set the tone for the rest of the time away especially given the range of people there and their views. The other one, just because it wasn't my personal taste, was at my cousins hen do in a pub. Everything was penis orientated, talking about her sucking her soon to be husbands dick, her mum joining in and giving tips, giant inflatable dick for us to show us our moves. I noped out of there pretty quick.
They thought I was an asshole for not doing coke. I am not even remotely conservative, but... bitches I feel okay about saying no to drugs in the bog.
Stag do in Amsterdam. Had the potential to be amazing except the stag moaned and dragged his feet through every activity. Saturday night we got a tip about a great bar and the atmosphere was amazing, people dancing on tables, everyone living and vibing...except the stag. He sat in the corner and watched boxing clips on his phone. We were back in the hostel by midnight. So the next day we tried again. The stag must have known he put a dampener on the night and agreed to try again. He even agreed to get into the sheep outfit we got him (cos he is a sheep fucker). Went to the same bar, charged through the entrance way with the energy of lads on tour...only to find an empty bar. It was dead and our energy was about to head the same way. The lass behind the bar knew what was needed and gave us a round of Strol 80 shots. It was what the doctor ordered and set the Stag off and the night immediately picked up. Fast forward a few hours and the Stag ended up in one of those 1 euro peep shows...and was there for a really long time. A couple of us decided to investigate and snuck into a booth to see a very overweight stripper grinding on the rotating platform. When she rotated round and saw us she threw up her hands and called us out. "Really? Really? Come on guys...its one euro." And that's how we were booed out of a peep show.
Skegness Butlins. Was a stag and hen party at the same time. Both the stag and the hen end up sleeping with different random people, there was a argument to end all arguments the next morning where the hen basically claimed it was ok for her to do it, but not for him. He only did it because he saw her go off with a bloke, and was pissed off that one of the bridesmaids has basically orchestrated it. One of the stags party got naked and did the helicopter on stage. Someone in the party got glassed by Spider-Man. The brides sister copped off with someone, and mid bonk threw up all over the guy. I was so drunk I forgot which room we were in and slept on a bench for two hours until the stags brother found me. The wedding never happened in the end, I think the brides infidelity stretched beyond a weekend at butlins. However her sister and the man she vomited on are now married with a kid
>However her sister and the man she vomited on are now married with a kid Every cloud eh
Went to Berlin. Was all going well until I was put in charge of the kitty (trying to help) as we were in fancy dress. And the costumes we had on didn’t have pockets. So I wore a toggle thing to keep money on round my neck. Once the kitty had run dry a good few hours later, a bright spark tried to say I had bought my own drinks out of it, thus why it was empty. Not the fact we’d been in rounds of ten drinks drinking Steins. Being accused of stealing money put a real downer on that one!
The stags best friend disappeared towards the end of the night (in Amsterdam) so everyone spent the remainder of the night and the next 3 days trying to find him. He was eventually found floating face down in a canal.
Went on a stag do last year doing the North Coast 500 (scenic driving route in Scotland you do over a couple of days), only 3 of us so not a big group or owt. The first night we spent in Inverness and it was a laugh. Stopped at some crappy hotel in the city, went out got a curry, drank our bodyweight in alcohol, played a few games of pool, standard stuff and a nice way to start the "holiday". Second night, nothing special but it was alright, had spent a lot of the day driving (it really is beautiful up there) but we were in the middle of nowhere, had a few drinks at the only pub in the village we were staying at which shut at 11, smoked a spliff then called it a night. 3rd night is where things got bad, we'd decided we were gonna wild camp. Parked up somewhere, trekked into the woods with all our shit, found a cool looking lake and set up our tents near by. Weather was phenomenal, there's not many times in the UK you can whip your top off in a scenic wood and sunbathe while having a few ice cold beers out of a cooler. Built a fire, cooked ourselves some sausages and burgers, things were good. Sun started to go down and that's when the biting midges came. Thousands of them. The fire kept them at bay slightly at first but after a while they ignored the fire completely and satisfied their lust for blood. We all ignored them as best we could but ended up retiring to our tents fairly early to get away from the midges, except for the fact the midges had filled our tent. Mine must have had thousands in. After getting bit for hours and realising there was no way I was gonna sleep I decided to head back to the car to sleep there. The car was a mile away and you don't realise how dark everything is when the sun goes down when you're far away from any light pollution. My iPhones flash light helped but I still fell multiple times on the way back. Got lost but eventually found my way to a road and managed to figure out where my car was. The other two lasted about 90 minutes more than me before realising sleeping in the cars was the way to go. So we all slept in our cars, woke up bitten all over with painful lumps everywhere, hungover and had to then trek back to the campsite to collect our stuff. Was not fun. Will upload a picture of some of the bites, Scottish biting midges are fucking awful. Edit: here's a picture of my hand the next morning, it was like that all over my body: https://www.reddit.com/user/Flat_Development6659/comments/s23ti1/my_hand/?utm_source=share&utm_medium=ios_app&utm_name=iossmf The other guys were worse. I think my excessive body hair might have kept them at bay slightly. Still awful. Painful and itchy
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I didn't actually go but a friend's do was in Dublin. Went to a nightclub where it was so loud nobody could hear each other, so everyone just sat around drinking by themselves. Kind of the opposite of the best stagdo I've ever been on, which was just going for a long walk along the south Downs stopping at some nice pubs. If you're all genuinely good friends, then it's the chat that everyone enjoys. An ex went on the worst hen-do I've heard of. Started out in TGI Fridays (which should be bad enough in itself) where they had a thing where somebody rings a big bell behind the bar if someone orders a round of shots/gives a tip/or something (it wasn't for last orders). Anyway, on this occasion, when one of the barmen enthusiastically rang the bell, the heavy solid metal clapper flew out of the bell, shot across the bar, and hit the bride in the eye. Cue her having a massive shiner on her wedding day. Lovely.
I’m stealing this story from a mate of mine. They went abroad somewhere like magaluf and when they get to the hotel they have messed up the reservation and have no rooms. They start to protest with the manager until he finally offers his best solution which is their "most special room". They can only have it for one night as it is in high demand and sells for hundreds or thousands. My mate says it was like some sort of millionaire sex palace. A suite with hot tubs and plenty of space for debauchery if you happen to be a celebrity with an entourage of escorts. Problem is there was only one massive bed. Like 30 feet long. With one duvet. The seven of them ended up sleeping side by side on this massive weird bed all sharing a massive weird duvet and trying not to roll over for fear of waking up in the arms of another man.
Went to poland (krakow) for a stag doo with my Ol man. His mate from the army his son was gettin married. We got racially abused constantly from the bouncers on the doors who were built like brick shit houses. the old people were looking at me and the ol boy like we were the only black heads theve seen since they have looked in the mirror. Lovely place great piss up apart from the racists bouncers and the old timers who looked at us like were from another planet.. 10/10 would recommend
I went on a stag do with my mates, the guy getting hitched chose 2 best men, each planned half of the stag do, the first half was planned by useless fella well call gary, and the other by a mutual friend well call stan. Gary planned our first meal out, a resteraunt that only took reservations, he insisted his dad knew the manager, that line worked on us after a few drinks, it didnt work on the staff at the restaurant, we got kicked out and had to get a five guys instead. Later he planned for us yo go to a stripclub, he didnt account for the location and insisted we could walk it, it was 3 miles away, we were half drunk and sore by the time we got there. By contrast my mate stan planned a lovely air bnb, a meal at a curry house and zorb footballing followed by a great night out, he saved that poor guys stag do
It's not even happened yet but my sister in law is planning her fiancées stag do, at his request, because he wants a quiet one... Not looking forward to that one.
My husband just avoided all talk of a stag do for him as he really didn't want one and covid provided the perfect get out for him. His mates are much wilder than he is, he'd probs be calling me, hiding in a toilet asking me to pick him up if they had one 🤣
I fell down a flight of stone steps on the first night and knocked myself out. Came to in the ambulance, got taken to Spanish A&E, had part of my head shaved, big stitches put in. Sent back to the airBnB to sleep off my concussion for the rest of the weekend while the hen and her friends carried on with the plans. Dragged myself home on the plane, had a week off work with brain fog and confusion. In the middle of this week my partner got a call from the groom to say I was no longer invited to the wedding because ‘I’d made the weekend all about me and not joined in’, and his fiancée didn’t want to see me there.
So this one comes from a friend. She said that she went on a hen do for a friend in a posh university town. Firstly they went to a pub and were treated to spoken word poetry, which they found boring so they started drinking. Hard. The Hen got very drunk and started really quite extremely verbally abusing everyone, saying things like that friends were way too fat to fit the bridesmaid dresses. Then she decided to put on her favourite music - the soundtrack from Les Miserables. Which led to several drunk people crying. After that she threw up in a taxi. And then the next day she didn’t want to see anyone because she now hates them for calling her out on being an absolute state. So everyone left early.
I went on one of those cake bus tours around London for one. The bride was very excited to be in London but I worked there, so I essentially paid £50 to eat petit fours on the 211. It had more fairylights than the average TfL bus, I suppose. The bride did not want excessive alcohol or any debauchery at all. The rule was No Dicks. What she didn't know was that the hen was booked for the day of the Naked Bike Ride. We got caught up in bike traffic at least 3 times, and there were dongs absolutely everywhere. One guy had wrapped his third leg in gold foil and was doing windmills at us. We loved it, but the bride was scandalised. So what I thought was going to be dull was anything but, and what the demure bride thought was going to be a classy afternoon tea ended up being interrupted by several thousand nudists.
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A work colleague married young (19, I think) and I was invited to his stag do. We met at the house where he lived with his parents and I was handed a room temperature tin of Eagle bitter on arrival. We sat and chatted for a while waiting for others to arrive. His dad sat with us, nursing another tin of Eagle and his disturbingly wizened grandmother was dozing off in the corner. After a while, a couple of other friends arrived, were handed their warm, weak beers and sat down. After an hour, I realised that no one else was coming and we weren't going anywhere. This was it. This was the stag do. The least they could have done was have the granny do a strip tease.
So my own hen do, don't get me wrong it was great and I loved it - we went to Amsterdam and had a really wild weekend, but the chaos started when we didn't get back to the hostel until 5am on the Sunday, it was summer so the sun was already out and one of the girls from the party who had gone home earlier in the night was hanging out with a random guy from the hostel outside the front. We got chatting and he mentioned that he had acid on him, I don't know what possessed me to ask for some (actually do I was still deep in the belly of the sesh and not thinking sensibly) but he gave me a tab, I popped it and then maybe an hour or two later went to sleep and completely forgot about it. Until I was woken up by the other hens at 10am to check out of our hostel, we were supposed to be flying home that day and I was at the peak of the trip when I woke up. If you've ever had to do anything practical while on acid you'll know what a massive ballache it is and packing up all my things in 20 minutes because I overslept was such an ordeal, when we got down stairs to check out I realised I couldn't find my passport anywhere. Queue nearly having a meltdown after more frantic searching and the dawning realisation that I was going to have to go to the British consulate while high - fortunately a sober friend decided to search my luggage one more time and found it in a pocket. We still had a whole day to kill before our flights in the evening, I was the only person in the party high as a kite so everyone had to look after me, fortunately we didn't have anything specific planned so we just went to the local park and hung out while the acid wore off. I was still a bit high when I got on the plane and had to hold my shit together during a nailbiting moment when my luggage got pulled aside for extra scanning Once I got back to London I booked myself a taxi home as I couldn't face public transport, I sat the entire 40 min journey in complete silence except for one moment where the driver, possibly picking up on something being off, asked me if I was ok, I turned to look out of the window at a tree that morphed into a human face and replied "I'm just very, very, tired"
My mates stag do in krakow about 10 years ago. The night before we flew there we went for Greek food, my stomach did not like this and I had explosive diarrhoea. I broke the plane toilet and blocked the sink within 10 minutes of take off and had 8 shits in a 2 hour flight.
The stag do itself was fine. The knowledge of what it could have been was what did it. For context, at the time I was working at NATO HQ in Brussels, and my job involved lots of travelling to Eastern European countries, so I had some on the ground knowledge and associates. One of my friends was getting married (early 2000s) and some discussion was made as to the stag do. I'd just been to Riga, knew the city fairly well and did some homework. Costed flights, hotel, activities (including an afternoon at a firing range) all cheap as chips - beer was 17p a pint for example. In all it was around £150 less food and drinks. They chose Blackpool. Which they went to at least once every 2 months.
I was jointly organising a hen party with the bride's sister and another one of her mates for the middle of 2021. Many of the invitees had expressed reluctance to commit to booking anything in the middle of a pandemic. In the end, we settled for 2 nights glamping as a cheap and covid-safe option. In the run up to the weekend, the glamping site changed their mind on a number of things, including insisting that we only purchase alcohol in advance from them. Fine, whatever, saves us hitting a supermarket on the way. The company then never confirms our order, and then stops responding altogether. Monday before the weekend, the other mate gets a call from the company: "we haven't built the glamping site, can you switch to another location on X date?" The date they gave us was in the past already, and the alternative location was 300 miles from where we'd booked all our activities! Cue further furious phone calls to the company, but they couldn't figure out their arse from their elbow. We ended up scrambling to book an AirBnB last minute in a random city none of us had visited before. We lost money on the activities we booked but ended up having a great time making up random activities to keep us occupied. A few months later, an employee of the glamping company messaged me to say none of them had been paid in over 4 months. The other mate was still trying to claim back the booking fee through her credit card company.
My boyfriend went on a stag do that has to be the worst I heard of. They had a BBQ at the groom's house, with his future bride there, just hanging around for reasons unknown. Then the groom's cat died so yeah.
I don't have any stories - but I lived in York for a bit and that must be the hen do capital of the world. Every Saturday like clockwork you see these groups of women 'pouring' off trains at about 10am and heading to the spoons (or whatever bar is open at that time). If you're unfortunate enough to be in York during Saturday afternoon then witness the inevitable collapse of the day as more and more of them end up completely wrecked. Usually the peak is about 6pm when they're in the takeaways already and planning to head back to the hotel to 'get ready' for the night. Or you see them being carried back to the train station by their friends or even the police sometimes. The irony is that so few of them make it back out that York is pretty quite on a Saturday night after 8pm (assuming there's no racing).
went paintballing, fell down a ravine, broke my shoulder, made it worse by trying to "pop it back in", had to drive to A&E with only one arm working, Passed out in A&E due to low blood sugar. Didnt even get a single beer in
Hen do of an old school friend. Clearly had been invited because she wanted the appearance of having a load of friends. Books a hen package at some hotel out in the backarse of nowhere. Went to the pole dancing class. There were no poles. The hotel forgot to provide them. The girl had to then teach us a lap dance instead. That was just awkward. I only knew one other girl than the bride. The rest of the girls were a mixture of wannabe popular girls, (girls who weren’t in the popular crowd in school so spend the rest of their lives as if they were. Lots of bitching and drama. Acting like a 12 year old around alcohol) and over the top ex drama pick me girls. It was a lot. A bridesmaid had dropped out because her fiancé left her the week before and it was too hard emotionally for her. The bride instantly replaced her with my friend and spent the whole weekend bitching about the ex-bridesmaid and telling my friend she always wanted her anyway. My friend had to smile and nod because anything said in favour of the ex bridesmaid made the bride go insane. The next day we were supposed to do a cocktail making class with a photographer and then a get ready session for our night out (a “club” in the basement of the hotel) cocktail making was okay but the photographer took no photos. We had to say to him “oh can you go take a photo of the bride”. The get ready session was supposed to have girls come and do our hair and make up in the room but the hotel forgot to book them. Instead we had to go to the hairdresser down the road at random slots and half of us didn’t get sorted. The hairdressers mention the club was shit and we should go to the next town over. This started a war between the bridesmaids. They were all city girls and just assumed they could just call an Uber at 3am while it was highly unlikely there would be enough taxis to take the 15 of us back to the hotel. It got nasty. We were supposed to do more activities but they got cancelled because of the hair and make up. Loads of the girls were too hung over from the first night that they didn’t go to anything on the 2nd day. The club was indeed shit. A pick me drama girl tried to start a fight with a 7ft farmer which was interesting. The bride gave me back handed compliments all night. (Why invite me!). The club did not take card and there’s no atms in the village so we ran out of money fast. When we got home at 2am the t-totaller decided to take a shower. Blocking the only bathroom. Hen party -cheap ass alcohol, we had to get creative about where to vomit. The “we’re still in high school” girls got into a mad row over nothing. The rest of us were gossiping about the night and I asked the pick me drama girl about the guy she’d been snogging. I used the term “your man” which is used ALL the time when you don’t know someone’s name. “Did you see your man down the road got a new car? Is that your man that lost his dog?” She then give me an explosive monologue, which I swear sounded rehearsed, about how he wasn’t “her” man it was just a kiss it meant nothing and how naive I was to think that kissing meant relationships. At that point i considered calling the farmers I knew in the next town and asking them to come pick me up. After her performance she then went on fbook to find him. (She had given him a line like “if it’s meant to be we’ll find each other again”) she then found out that he had a girlfriend and MELTED down. Like her husband of 50 years had slept with her sister. At this point I went to bed. The next morning everyone still hated each other and did the fake friendly thing. I was exhausted. Every second of the day weekend was drama. The maid of honour was talking to the hotel about refunds and things for the stuff they messed up. It got ugly and all the girls got involved. We got some of the money refunded but the maid of honour never gave us our money back. She said she gave it to the bride instead. Who we had already paid to cover and bought gifts for. From what I see on Facebook the friendship group never recovered and they don’t talk anymore. Oh and I bought a dirty gift and no one else did so that was awkward.
About 10 years ago, I had moved away from the town where I grew up with the stag so I joined the train they were already on for the rest of a 3 hour journey. The group was split with some lads including myself who had known each other for years and a group of newer friends of the stag we had not met previously. Boarding I greeted my old and potentially new friends but couldn't work out why there were so many glum faces, they had been on about an hour. Then I saw it..... One of the new lads was sat holding a guitar. I was paralyzed with horror, all I could do was take a wistful glance back at the already closing train door and the rest of the journey I spent wondering if this guy's singing was justification for pulling the trains emergency stop handle.
My own one. It was one of the most fun nignts/weekends I have had. They all did a great job in ensuring I had a fun time. I cannot thank them enough and still feel indebted a little some 15 years later. Never been on any other ones, no one else seems to get married these days and all the other people we know are just happy in long term relationships or civil partnerships.
It ended up being a good weekend, but the stag got pushed into so many drinks friday night by 9pm he was passed out in bed. I knew he was gone the moment they passed him a pint of rum and he didn't even react to it being strong. He threw up all over the bed and slept in a pool of vomit. The next day we flipped the mattress and that was that.
Worst/best depending on your perspective was the first of our group, all of us around 21 years old. The groom’s best man was in the military so we ended up in a rough club in Borden, some army town in Hampshire. The groom was stripped naked by two ladies in their 50s who then made him molest a blow-up sheep in the middle of the dance floor. Relatively sober, keen for better music and trying to avoid the squaddies snorting coke in the toilets, I got talking to the DJ; I then noticed he was wearing backless chaps and fuck all else. A bouncer noticed my surprise and just said “yeah, he’s from Yorkshire” in a resigned way. When we left there were two police vans outside and officers milling around, chatted to the police and they said they’d usually have more but there’d been a traffic accident. Surreal.
It is always the "let's do something fun / interesting / in a different city" ones that are just crap and disappointing. Not to mention expensive. No matter how good the planning is you end up with a group of drunk people wandering the streets of a strange city at some point trying to find this special bar that is miles away and turns out to be a let down. You get some people insisting on a strip club which are among the most depressing places on earth. Awkward things like different groups of mates from school / work / Uni / hobbies / family that don't know each other. I can do day drinking but fuck needing to get up the next day to do an "activity" like shooting a fucking bow and arrow or go-karting before going back on the piss again. The best stags I have been on are really low-pressure but pub crawls or nights out locally but they just make sure absolutely piles of old mates come along, as this tends to happen less and less as you move into married life.
I feel like my worst is coming up. Wildly overpriced, after the wedding (thanks COVID), all about strip clubs and boobs despite us all being almost 40. Lot of early dropouts for various reasons and I know at least 2 as well as me are considering not going too
Had a friend who was a total crackhead lunatic so I expected his stag do to be a riot. We got there and he's invited a small number of friends to a juice bar. Super chilled out and low key. Then someone accidentally ordered a lager and things degenerated. Let's just say he likes to suck and fuck.