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Just heard what sounded like 50 people with whistles outside my flat so I looked out the window and saw a load of kids carrying a giant paper mache fish through town.

Gotta lay off the drugs…

… when I’m working with monkeys?

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Ferge’s Stag Do Photos

Yup, thats right folks. I went up to Asda and found mini cornish pasties - 12 for a quid. Bargain.

That’s probably the best thing in the world ever!

Don’t know if any of the people who went actually read this thing, but if you do can you send any photos through to me (andy.wells @ evology.co.uk) and I’ll put them all in a gallery.

Cheers

After paint ball we went back to the pub to get hammered again. After a quick shower and a few pints we got a taxi into Abergaveny. The driver was a local so he took us to his local pub on the way which had the nicest pint of Speckled Hen I’ve ever had. After that we went into the center and ignored where the driver told us to go to and went to the nearest pub for a shit pint out of plastic glasses while the 18 year old yoofs stared at us. Were some fit birds there though.

After that we went to a few more places and then grabbed some take away before getting the taxi back up to the pub. When we got back the retirement party was in full swing but we did manage to get a bit more kareoke in, so it’s all… good? After getting well and truly hammered, it was off to bed ready before another wank breakfast the next morning and then driving home

The weirdest part of the night for me was when this woman came up to me. She goes

• “Can I crash a fag?”
• “Sure.”
• “Have you got a light.”
• “Yeah, here.”
• “Do you want a shag?”
• “Erm… erm… erm… I can’t. I’m sharing a room with four blokes.”

What the fuck was I supposed to say to that? I might have done if she hadn’t had a face for radio (looked like she chased buses for a living). Good weekend though.

After the raft building we drove over to the Mountain Mayhem place (thank fuck for Sat Nav) for lunch and then got ready for paint ball. As an extra special treat they decided to give the stags (there was another group with us as well) blue Ford overalls instead of the usual camo ones the rest us of got. I thought this was genius as it makes aiming a lot easier.

Everybody apart from Ferge had done it before so we knew what we were doing so we quickly ran through the rules and crap and then headed off for the first game. This one was a basic capture the flag one in a field with a few baracades and was pretty shite but after that we went up to the woods and thats when it all got good!

The best bit was when Steve decided to buy a paint grenade and at the start of game pulled the pin and went to lob it towards our team. Unfortunately he managed to clip something with his arm on the way through and ended up chucking it about three feet in front of his entire team before shouting “Grenade, run!”. All we could hear was Scriv laughing from behind a tree covered in paint.

In the end the red team won which doesn’t really help since I haven’t mentioned which team everyone was on. Oh well.

Just added last years photos to the new gallery thing

BBQ on the park photos

Bwa ha! Here’s the new version of the photos from the Big Chill 2005?

Big Chill Photos

Yup, the second stag do in the last couple of weeks! This time we went down to Wales for the weekend. We left on Friday afternoon and had a pretty boring drive down. When we got to the pub in Abergaveny (?) we grabbed a beer, dumped our crap in the rooms and then headed down to the bar we were staying in. Nothing too much happened - we just got pissed.

There was an eighteenth birthday party on in the pub with kareoke but I missed most of it cos you have to smoke outside down there. We did have a good laugh though, especially at Grit downing smirnoff ices with the locals until he was so fucked he couldn’t remember going to bed. Game over…

Next morning we were up for about half eight for breakfast then out the door to the raft building. Don’t know if it was Pete’s driving or the drink the night before but everyone felt like shit (apart from Scriv who was still pissed).

When we got to the car park, Scriv dived out of the car and ran across the car park shouting “Yo!”, then Oz climbed out and goes “That cunt is going back in your car”. Bloody kids. After a sixteen hour walk down to the beach we split into two teams - The Young Guns and The OFs (The Old Fuckers).

We were given four plastic barrels each, six planks of wood, half a dozen bits of rope and a safety lecture that nobody listened to. After that we were left to build the best damn raft in the world. The The OFs also built one. Since we were the engineering team ours was well sturdy but just to make sure, I nicked some of the rope from The OFs and since they are all a bit mutton, they didn’t notice.

We got ours into the river and did a couple of half mile rapid runs to make sure the beauty floated ok while them lot were still trying to lash something together. After a while they managed to get there’s into the river… and it fell apart and had to be dragged back in to shore for repairs. Eventually they managed to get something in the river which was good because we were getting bored paddling against the current and wanted the race to begin!

After a few minutes we were steaming ahead and leaving The OFs in our dust (or wake - I’m not sure), but unfortunately the instructor thought this was a bit boring and said we had to stand up on our raft. I managed to get up and then so did Steve, but then (as Pete put it) our raft exploded and we all ended up having to drag ours onto a nearby beach.

Luckily the others were having trouble with theirs as well and they had to limp into port just bairly holding the whole thing together. We all made some more emergency repairs on the beach and set of again with The OFs taking the lead this time but we managed to claw it back until we were neck and neck but thats when Screech decided they weren’t wet enough and started splashing them - which just made us fall back in again. This did some serious damage to our raft and we were really struggling to stay on the fucking thing! Mean time, the others were steadily getting away…

In the end we lost by miles, having to swim with our raft half the way and Clint the lazy twat just walking down the bank! Well done lads.

Next - paint ball!