Stag weekend

Just before I married Shanti on August 15, a weekend away with the lads. All pictures taken by my brother, Tom.

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At one of the pubs: Dave, Mike, Corben and Jeremy    It all started peacefully enough. Hard drinking had only been going on for two hours while travelling back from Kent and a day's paintball and clay pigeon shooting, so no one had yet fallen over drunk. Hence the happy smiling figures downing their pints at a series of West London pubs.
A different pub: Hendo, Pedro, Zaid and Jockey
It carried on that way as we travelled to the club, a rather nasty eighties place called Club Fantastic. Not so many smiles among the other passengers on the Tube, though.

From the pub to the club: Ciaran and Hendo on the tube

Then we started dancing. No one can explain how or why I acquired the feather boa from a random woman, although it had disappeared again by the time we left.
 
 
 

In the club: Ciaran Martin and meIn the club, Jeremy and TomOh dear, nicked someone's boa. Hendo, me and Ciaran

Anyway, the dancing was along the normal lines: fling bits of body (and feather boa) around while drinking a seemingly unending quantity of shorts brought to the dancefloor by Corben, who - as my best man - also organised the entire weekend to the great delight (and amazement) of all present.

In the club, me, Ciaran and MarkBizarrely the club had a pool table. Corben and Jeremy take a break.

Zaid and I boogie on downThe club also has a car. Bouncers intervene.

Mike also spent a lot of time at the bar. The object of his discussions - which no one claims were Ugandan, despite the fact it was a stag night - can just be glimpsed in the background.

Mike, Henry, Pedro and Jockey stop dancing and down a swift pintIt's all too much for Euan

Euan, on the other hand, was exhausted. Smoke got in his lungs, perhaps.

Henry, Pedro and Jockey outside the gents. They can't explain why.Meanwhile Tom and I keep going

Unfortunately we don't have any pictures of the rest of the weekend: the first night in a pool bar or the following morning, complete with hangovers, being handed shotguns and told not to shoot each other.

Drinking at the staggie were:
Richard Adams, Piers "Pedro" Allison, Zaid Al-Qassab, Mark Corben (best man and organiser), Michael Gibbens, Henry Harrison, Mark "Hendo" Henderson, Thomas Mackintosh, Ciaran Martin, David Powell, Euan Scott-Taggart, Adam Shapiro, Andrew "Jockey" Wilson