
We never really get a chance to go to the big smoke so it was agreed that we’d all venture south to spend our stag party painting London red. I think we succeeded in our task.
I think you could spend fifteen stag weekends stitched back to back and still find stuff to keep you in or out of trouble. Our stag party lasted a full three days but I think any longer and it does become a bit of an endurance race.
We had four of the stags closest mates come along to the stag do. We all get on so well it made sense to keep the numbers to a minimum.
We went paintballing one day, go-karting the next and ended the stag weekend with clay pigeon shooting. Each one was great fun.
London has every type of club imaginable and went to some Cuban club in Soho which was rocking. The evening was spiced up by some red hot latin lovelies who were delicious. I’ll leave the rest up to your imagination.

It has to be whilst go-karting. Stuart (the stag) was hanging after the night before and was creeping around the race track like a pensioner. All of a sudden his kart stops and he’s just sitting there.
The marshall guy runs over to him to see if everything is ok and finds that Stu has puked in his helmet – all over his face. I think I actually pissed myself from laughing.
Has to be Stu puking.
Pissing myself.
Don't always choose a stag weekend by the sea, hitting a city like London is a playboy's paradise.
I'm actually the next one of us getting married and have already told everyone I want to go back to London.
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