
Brighton – mainly because none of us had ever been there. We stayed in a really nice hotel on the beach front; yeah it was a bit basic but perfect for a stag party. We got breakfast thrown which was great in principle but I think each of us only made it down there in time once.
A stag weekend has to be over the weekend with a day thrown in either side. In total four days (including travelling) but we made full use of the buffet car.
Let me think. There must have been 10 of us, yep with David’s little brother making the tenth person.
Out of everything, choosing the activities for the stag weekend was definitely the hardest. I wanted to do them all but we had to narrow it down to two, one per day; so after much deliberation we chose paintballing and mud buggies.
Brighton is such a great place for pubs, bars and nightclubs. One of my mates had told me that Brighton was like a mini London on the sea and he was completely right.
We started the evening with a few early snifters down the main street leading to the beachfront. The gentle warm up was soon shelved in favour of shots, shots and more shots.
Blimey I have no idea how we made it passed the bouncers and let into the club. Great place from what I remember called The Zap. I do remember very clearly the stag (Pete) completely out of his mind crawling on all fours down the centre of the dance floor.

All 10 of us lined up when we were meant to be paintballing and forced poor Pete to run from one end to the other without being shot. It was brilliant and he was rubbish at dodging paintballs. He shrieked like a bitch.
Hurtling around in one of those mud buggies. I want one.
Getting on the train with the biggest hangover ever.
Not all warriors follow the rainbow.
Definitely and I’d even organise the stag weekend again. Once we chose everything and got ourselves to Brighton everything was taken care for us.
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