Thursday, April 21, 2005
Monday, April 18, 2005
Derek's Stag Do
I am currently recovering from my mate Derek's stag weekend in Tallinn, Estonia. I thinks it's fair to say that everyone enjoyed themselves.
The pistol and pump-action shotgun shooting seems to be the highlight for most people, mainly as it was an excuse to stay off the Saku for an afternoon. The low-point would be our crushing defeat against the Auld Enemy in a drinking contest: 3-1 to England! We had to rely on probably our most pished player - the groom himself - to come through and restore some dignity.
I would love to share more details of what went down, but the old saying holds true "What happens on the stag, stays on the stag". Amen.
Here are some of the few photographs suitable for public release, more are available here:
The Dirty Dozen, from left to right: Stewart, James, Kevin, Jim, Bob, Frank, Me, Snelling, Derek, Hammey, Andy and Liam.
The lads struggle with probably the roughest litre of beer of the trip.
Jim, Bob and Snelling desperately try to avoid the three-finger forfeit.
That'll be a fifty-seven match ban then!
Here's the man himself, arrested for taking the mickey out of my chest hair. Guilty as charged!
I love it when a plan comes together!
Hammey's lost his fags again.
The pistol and pump-action shotgun shooting seems to be the highlight for most people, mainly as it was an excuse to stay off the Saku for an afternoon. The low-point would be our crushing defeat against the Auld Enemy in a drinking contest: 3-1 to England! We had to rely on probably our most pished player - the groom himself - to come through and restore some dignity.
I would love to share more details of what went down, but the old saying holds true "What happens on the stag, stays on the stag". Amen.
Here are some of the few photographs suitable for public release, more are available here:
The Dirty Dozen, from left to right: Stewart, James, Kevin, Jim, Bob, Frank, Me, Snelling, Derek, Hammey, Andy and Liam.
The lads struggle with probably the roughest litre of beer of the trip.
Jim, Bob and Snelling desperately try to avoid the three-finger forfeit.
That'll be a fifty-seven match ban then!
Here's the man himself, arrested for taking the mickey out of my chest hair. Guilty as charged!
I love it when a plan comes together!
Hammey's lost his fags again.
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