Following the practice run a week ago Friday where my colleagues forced a large amount of cocktail drinks down my throat and thankfully didn't ask our lot to seize the town centre CCTV (phew), the Stag Do Proper went ahead on Saturday and I am pleased to say, nobody tied me to any lampposts, tarred and feathered me, or handcuffed me to any roundabouts in the nude. Rather, it was a very civilised affair and I enjoyed the day immensely.
The Best Man's pub tour went down very well, the Vodka bar being my particular favourite. The meal was great too - a 'Mongolian barbeque' which was out of the ordinary despite a little resistance from the more fussy of the group.
Thanks all those involved in either carrying me around London or responsible for getting me home unscathed. Brill.
Oh, and the pics are here.
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