[Closed] What did you do on your stag?

Surfing in Croyde in November. Great fun.

Went for an overnight canoe/ camping trip - couple hip flasks, BBQ and good laugh. We went from Enniskillen, hired boats from there so just needed come with camping gear and away we went.

Dublin, since my dad won't fly. Some flew, some trained, wasn't hugely expensive. Was very good. Guinness factory tour, beer bike etc.

Went to a motorbike rally in Derbyshire in 1990. HTH

Blackpool.

Alcohol.

Strippers

Alcohol.

Mini-scooters

Alcohol.

Pleasure Beach

Alcohol.

Strippers.

Alcohol.

hooze and bookers!

Don't do what happened to me.....it started in the Canny Mans pub in Edinburgh and ended in the Golf tavern (not very far) where I was hung out an upper floor window, clothes removed, they were then soaked, neatly folded and put in the freezer while two strippers and a snake arrived....

I'm sure the modern 'stag weekends' are much more inclusive now 🙂

Canyoning, quad biking and a messy night out in Abergavenny.

Went to Bulgaria (on my own) - Jacked up shedloads of coke and murdered a couple of hookers....

getting it all out of your system is the key to a happy marriage I say

Paintball, pub, curry, Jesters.

Shouldn't have gone to Jesters.

Gritty bunkhouse in Llanberis. Antur Stiniog, ghyll scrambling and lots of intoxicants and food. Good times!

Pyractiv, then paintball then starsky and hutch at kings cross. It was some time ago!

fishing for dogfish off Ilfracombe, doing coke (first & last, ahem, occifer) and flying a kite (not metaphorically)

I still fly a kite.

Didn't have one. It's all nonsense.

Bah. An expensive 'activity' to provide a framework in which to do heinous amounts of booze and drugs. What's not to like?

Booze up in my local.
Then down to the south coast to do some coasteering.
Then to Bournemouth for the usual booze and strippers binge.
Much fun, but I got off very lightly.

He's extremely unlikely to see this so I can say what we're arranging for our stag.

It had to be UK based and we'd done the usual paintball, karting etc to death so we've gone for canal boating. A nice two day weekend break ending in Manchester and taking in some picturesque villages and country pubs along the way. Really looking forward to it.

Tbh, the best I've been on have been more "a weekend's quality time with some mates" than "staaaaag, rrrraaaaaghhhh".

To that end, Montreal, the economy of which seems entirely to be built on strip joints. Good food, good booze, lots to see.

Pub, curry, titty bar.

Although I believe [url= http://www.thedailymash.co.uk/news/society/stag-dos-increasingly-run-by-the-biggest-tosser-youll-ever-meet-201008062982 ]this is more usual[/url].

Coach to Belgium, 2 nights in hotel with tickets to a beer festival with an "oompah band"

Copious amounts of Leffe and porn shops.

Carting in Manchester, followed by China town meal,booze, strippers, booze, falling over, A&E and 5 stitches in my right eye lid/ brow 13 days before the wedding

My friend (the stag) did too much marching powder and ended up in a coma. We can laugh about it now....

Night out in local town with some of the lads that included hers and my dad. Then up to Geordie land. Train, beers, check in, more beers, off to Newcastle races, beers, win big, back, changed, more beers, into town, beers, ?????, hotel.
Back home, carling cup final in pub, beers. Picked up by the mrs.

Part 1 - for the active buddies, a tour of Welsh hills/trail centres. 5 days of very hard riding and drinking.

Part 2 - 24 hours out in Brighton starting at my old local (st james) and including a few clubs with friends DJing.

Pub

Shouldn't have gone to Jesters.

Ouch!

haven't had a stag do of my own, but the best that i've been on involved canal boating from someplace pretty to Brum. Best way to spend 3 days.

I did a trip to the local pub beer festival and a curry so my Dad and F-in-law to be could come along. They wouldn't have wanted to come on a weekend away.

Then a long weekend on the Norfolk Broads aboard The Acapulco; a 12 berth boat thing. Had ok weather and a great time. Most of the blokes reckoned it was the best stag do they'd been on. They probably always say that though!

Glencoe, with good mates, climbed a couple hills, ate, drank, drank some more, fell asleep.

I went out for a meal with my best man on Oxford Road in Manchester, then we went across the road to see Steve Reich in concert at the RNCM. It was ace! Not very stagish though.....I can think of little worse than going on a 'laddish' stag do mind! Each to their own I guess, at the age of 27 I'm still yet to visit a strip club.

Group of 15 ish people, close friends, wife's dad and brother, my dad and god father. Hell of a weekend, everyone had a great time.

"Couple of casuals" in the local pub on the Friday which may have ended in a lock-in until 3am.
Clay pigeon shooting Saturday morning followed by a pub lunch.
Rafting near Llangollen in the afternoon.
Beers in Chester Saturday evening, definitely no strip clubs involved, definitely not...
Hungover breakfast then a train home to the midlands.

I had a fairly typical lads stag, I loved it!

Met up for a breakfast, one pint in they had we dressed in full scuba gear with a fake oxygen tank full of booze!

Boarded the train train for Edinburgh, except it wasn't. So slight detour via Glasgow. Lost everyone in Edinburgh, still dressed in scuba outfit so no phone or wallet.

Booze
Gentleman's club
Paint-balling
Booze
Curry
Booze
Gentleman's club
Booze

Ace weekend. Even witnessed a guy fall on a banana skin, thought it only happened in cartoons!

Edit- just to add I had told the lads I didn't want to spoil the nights out by getting dressed up, that's why they had me in scuba gear for the journey there.

Off to Aberfeldy for me. Gin and beer on Friday evening, Saturday morning clay pigeon shooting, with a hangover, afternoon 4x4 off road driving. Saturday night more gin in the hotel. Staff went off to bed leaving us to pay what we thought was about right. Sunday morning, white water rafting on the Tay. All in all rather excellent.

I had three stags as no one event would satisfy my eclectic group of friends.
I had a Geology weekend away in Marloes, a clay shoot and then Tiestö at Creamfields.

Loved all of them although I never want to see a gun near one of my mates ever again, he was plain scary with it!

Pub crawl using a 10 berth canal boat. 2 days playing pirates and upsetting regular canal users with excessive (ha!) speed. It was epic.

Just me and my best man, went to the opening night of Star Wars II - the Clone thingy - then a curry at Nottinghams most expensive curry house. Then a few beers in various hostelries while my best man exchanged lots of texts with a girl who had a crush on him at school 15 years before. And 10 years after he had been married....

Oh yeah, 45 years old, never been to a strip show or "gentlemens" club. Frankly a little scared of the idea now.....

I sailed the Kenwood Cup in Miami, didn't want to come home actually 8)

I didn't bother with one.

Toughest one I went on was in France, we rode La Marmotte for a stag do. Was absolutely shagged after that one.

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Had a weekend in Newcastle, Friday night at the dog track, Saturday at a karting track. Lots of seedy bars and clubs, and I believe some of the guys who could still stand up on the Saturday night found some exotic dancers.

Strip clubs are shite anyway IME (only been to one though). Some of the girls were quite attractive but I can't see the appeal of making yourself sexually frustrated. 🙂

done loads of the cliched resorts and european cities, done vegas a couple of times too. but the best by far was when we all just stayed in a nice all inclusive place for a few days. kin great. get up when you want, can always find everyone, meals are all laid on, lounge by pool and booze all day rather than traipsing round, playing water polo, beer pong, volley ball, killer pool etc. sleep. repeat. bang on.

actually it wasnt as good as vegas at all, but still good.

Had a ride round Forest of Dean on the Friday on the way down, stayed in really nice cottages near Malmsbury (converted farm buildings, pool, tennis court, lots of animals roaming about - could not believe the owners were not only happy to take a stag do, but they even went away for the weekend themselves! Mind you, rowdy we are not), walk to a local pub for the best steak I think I've ever had, minimoto Saturday morning (got me a surprise second!), just the best afternoon round the BBQ drinking beer and talking cobblers as the sun went down, back to the pub, then a very bleary ride round Ashton Court on the Sunday morning and home to sleep for eighteen hours. Wouldn't have changed a thing (except the spirits).

Just make sure you get the stag do [b]you[/b] want

I went to Krakow for mine, it was great, I really enjoyed it but it was more suited to the best man than me!

Spent the morning Karting, got a bit of food, did a pub crawl in the afternoon. If you do organise something expensive, make sure you get money off people in advance, we'd booked karting for thirty and only twenty people turned up so it suddenly got very expensive.

To be honest I preferred the pre-stag the day before - my and my two best mates at alton towers. We did all the big rides at least twice each, worked out by the end that Nemesis was the most fun for least queueing so managed to ride it nine times in total. By the end we were getting off and sprinting round then getting back on.

Buachaille Etive Mor
Clachaig Inn
continuation at hostel with random biker gang
Simple but worked for me, we even got all 18 of us up the hill!

Best one recently was a weekend with two canal boats on Llangollen canal.

Pub crawl in Portsmouth. Followed by profuse vomiting.

Can't say I'd recommend it.

Reading (the place, not the activity)

Some silly activities during the day (beer keg racing, Sumo wrestling and human table football) then off to a comedy club for beer and laughs. Had a great night.

Surprise one. Knew nothing about it until I was heisted out of my house early in the morning. Went climbing then went for a night out in Sheffield. Great day!

I organised my own, as I didn't actually have a proper best man at my tiny wedding and my best mate wasn't interested in doing speeches and all that as he hates the attention. So I booked a 'penthouse' (that's top floor to most people) appartment for the weekend so that those travelling from further afield (no more than 100 miles or so!) didn't have to pay for accommodation, had a poker night on the Friday and then the pub night out on Saturday. It did end in a strip club, but not for long - if you've ever enjoyed a decent strip joint in the US or elsewhere then you know that it's a pointless endeavour here.

Old Skool stuff for mine, big lads night out in Chester, mini-bus back, got dropped off 3 miles from home, stark naked having been ambushed on the mini-bus, got chased naked round a local golf club. Proceeded to make my way back on foot home, accompanied by my soon to be best man, to ensure I didnt hide/get in any bother/craft some rudimentary clothing from foliage. 2 miles from home, got collected (still butt naked) by a police car, containing a male and FEMALE officer, who were actually spot on about it, fully clothed "mate" who was still with me, explained to the officers that it was best all round in the circumstances, that I wasn't given any clothes in which to finish my proud journey home in the back of the police car (luckily the seats were plastic moulded and not upholstered) a point in which they reluctantly conceded to, but were duty bound to have me covered up, and gave me a takeaway pizza box that was in the car already from the officers late night snack.
This was all before the days of quad biking / trips to Prague etc. Old School fun but in many ways memorable. Not sure if this sort of behaviour is as common place now as it was, but if it is...Good luck 🙂

Offroad go-karting then a curry, pub crawl and a not very classy gentleman's establishment.

No naked walking home or handcuffs/lampposts, I warned my mates that i would swing for them if they even suggested it 👿

Coasteering around Anglesey after a night on the pop - hell of a wake up call that one! Then Bangor for a curry dressed as a laydee.

Coasteering was superb.

Meantime Brewery Tour in London (Grenwhich). Amazing.

weekend in glentress , would have been even more fun had I not gone over the bars in spooky woods on the sunday . black eye and chipped cheekbone for the wedding photos . Fortunately the bride to be's hen do involved so much alcohol it took her a couple of days to fully appreciate the horror of my face.

`Quiet' weekend in Cheltenham as in our late 30's past all this wild stuff. Pub crawl Friday, ended up in strip bar. Sat went knee boarding after changing into a mankini. Nice early meal, followed by beers, getting my old chap out in a club. Getting kicked out of club. To another club followed by chips and to bed. Sunday watched Gloucester play.

If someone could let me know what I did on mine, that'd be great 🙂 😯

Farmhouse just outside Beddgellert, best man, a chef catered with 5 course meals etc climbed some mountains and got very drunk.

Nothing bad happened to me other than a 4 foot stone gate post top, Eagle being put in my car and an attempt to tie me up and shave my hair off, this didn't go well for any of the 4 people invovled 😆

mark90 - Member
Canyoning, quad biking and a messy night out in Abergavenny.

I've been on exactly this stag do too (albeit I'm pretty sure not with mark90), was a great laugh, especially the mini bus ride (a very tolerant driver and bus had been hired for the weekend) from London to the pub/hostel in which we were staying.

I also attended a UK stag at Butlins in Bognor, a place I never, ever, ever wish to visit again.

Personally I had my stag in Amsterdam as had never been before and had a great time (and without visiting any of the little booths in the red light district).

[i]I also attended a UK stag at Butlins in Bognor,[/i]

😆 Classy!

[i]Surprise one. Knew nothing about it until I was heisted out of my house early in the morning.[/i]

I've heard stories of the stag literally being abducted from work or walking home. Not sure if they're urban myth or not but they sound amusing!.

[i]LoCo
Eagle being put in my car[/i]

Just to check, when you say eagle do you mean a real life size bird of prey? How the hell did they manage that!?

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Just to check, when you say eagle do you mean a real life size bird of prey? How the hell did they manage that!?

[quote=LoCo dijo]
a 4 foot stone gate post top Eagle being put in my car

Ahh I see. The comma made me think it was two separate occurences of hi-jinx.

I'm disppointed now as I had images of getting back to his car to find a bloody great eagle sat in it 🙂

Here's one that happened to the mate of a mate...

He gets off the plane in Dublin and is immediately handcuffed to a dwarf, he then has to spend the entire three days doing everything together...

The Finale was being dressed in full lycra one piece and taken to a comedy show, where prior to the event 'they' laced his drink with viagra.

He was then called up onto the stage still attached with his proud appendage.. 😆

A stag none of the participants will forget.

DezB - Member
I also attended a UK stag at Butlins in Bognor,

Classy!

Only if you dress entirely from Sports Direct. It was a dump.

Liverpool, beer at the hotel Friday night while people arrived.
Saturday back street karting track where almost 'anything' was allowed on track, one guy eventually got a warning.
Saturday afternoon out and into the evening with some Mexican food to soak up the alocohol in there somewhere.
Sunday pack up and head off to Llandegla, some mates weren't really into biking so it made sense to go somewhere we could hire bikes.

All in all mostly it was time with mates, chatting, having a few drinks and then topping it all off with a bit of laugh on bikes, doesn't really improve much beyond that for me.

Berlin was a memorable stag do, Club Tresor after a few beers and some herbal cigarettes. Imagine this place filled with banging techno, crazy germans, smoke machines and strobe lights.

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Ive not had one (err yet) but ive been on a few
My ex brother inlaws was a long weekend inberlin whch was great - standing outside the remains of Princealbertstrasse and my phone rings - my rintone unintentinally at the time being the theme from the great escape - the hotel being a posh one but nextdoors basment housed a lapdanceclub.

Hilwalking in Glencoe (drinking as ever)

Some camping and boozing up in the woods.

Make sure you do what you wnat (or get the bestman on the same page) wouldnt bother wiht paintball - hurts and costs too much try airsoft

i had three,

1. clunker classic. booze, hill, inappropriate bikes, hospital, booze, camping.

2. manchester, booze, paintball, thai restaurant, good bars/pubs, South with clint boon. tinnutus. ace.

3. snowdon on foot, epic rain/wind. bailed. rescued tent from river. back to mates. booze.

on my bro's a few years back i organised a weekend in lakes with night at black sail. that was great.

A weekend in Arran as I lived in Argyll at the time and plenty were heading across from the central belt and further South.

Booze, walking along a river in a wetsuit (great hangover cure), Highland games with an impromptu entry into the tug of war, curry, booze and finally lawn bowls.

Races at Epsom.
Night out somewhere in London
I'll never look at a cream horn the same way.

Small pub in Perthshire - Beinn Inn for 2 nights, brothers and mates 14 in all.

Go karting and Paintballing where my brother and best mate shot me in the face at close range leaving me with a huge bruise in the middle of my forehead, brother was hauled off by the range staff...

Ended with me deploying my Supersoaker through all the bedrooms at 3.30 am whilst singing "It's a Grand Old Team" Mon the Hoops!

Most memorable one was me as best man in Prague.

Seven hours kip in three days, taken to local bars and clubs by two ace local lasses, groom had his trouser leg ripped off by a drunk Czech squaddie, tried to get a lift with the mafia and danced to 80s classics in Eastern Europe.

started drinking at 6pm was unconscious at 9pm ha ha ha ha 🙁

'Small' stag-do down the local with some mates and Dad and Grandad, got Rowley Birkin'd.
Then a few weeks later a three day trip to Amsterdam where we ended up at an all nighter at the Ajax stadium ( I may still have the flyer somewhere). Was all rather good fun.

I went mountain biking with some mates then went to the pub.

At work my colleagues lured me to the pub at lunch time then a stripper walked in and set about me with shaving foam. Quite humiliating really.

My wife insisted that I should have my younger brother as Best Man instead of my climbing buddy. What a mistake; my brother tried to embarrass me by dredging up all kinds of trivial stuff from our childhood that really shouldn't be repeated outside of the family. The assembled guests just listened in stunned silence and nothing was ever said about the speech.

My wife snapped at me shockingly for the first time ever about 5 minutes before we went in for the ceremony and I wish I'd seen the writing on the wall and binned it at that point.

Sorry to be so gloomy, am stuck in tropical rain in Africa.