At least that’s what we keep telling ourselves and for those of us who have partners its definitely what we are telling them. What am I talking about?, the time honoured ritual of the stag night or in our case the stag weekend.This weekend the first of my friends to tie the knot has his stag weekend, or for any of you who are of an American or Australian persuasion a Bachelor or Bucks Weekend. According to Wikipedia "The history of bachelor party is thought to have originated with a bachelor dinner that was traditional in ancient Sparta (5th century) where soldiers would toast each other on the eve of a friend’s wedding" Well I can safely say that Stag nights in the 5th century sounded a lot more civilised than today. While Friday is sure to be more to do with naked women and bad lager than good beer the rest of the weekend should be fantastic. On Saturday we pile into a mini van and drive to the outer suburbs of Wellington to pretend like we are English aristocracy and go clay skeet shooting, then we are driving across to the seaside, resort would be overstating it more like, settlement of Castlepoint where a ranch house awaits with nothing but views of the horizon, a palm tree, and a bbq. I will also be bringing some ale racked into a plastic jerry can and a beer engine. A leg of lamb on the bbq and a pint in my hand, I cant wait!.
4 comments:
a plastic jerry can?
I hope one is enough!
Nice work Kieran.
We cut the Booky pretty quick then filled the can with Roosters Dark which we made a good go on but didnt finish. The single malts had come out by that point. Castlepoint is trully paradise.
Hope you enjoyed the stag weekend!
I wrote about my mate Ross's stag recently - here's the article:
Staggering through Edinburgh
Yeah I had already read that, in fact Chet , the groom of my stag do, lived in Brixton for a year and has visited Edinburgh and he reckons its the closest to Wellington (my city of birth and life) that he found in the UK.
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