My brothers Stagg

If you had a brother that wrote the ultimate guide to getting battered you'd think you'd be more careful than to do anthing as silly as get married...but clearly love is blind! In any case with the group of so-called-friends that my brother knows his little brother was the least of his worries. The stagg do was to be in West Wales were we considered it hightly likely that the lovely welsh locals would love twenty or so English lads in fancy dress robbin' their women and drinking there pubs dry.

We rocked up at the Mexican Hostel (Pantyrathro International Hostel & Mexican Bar) near Carmarthen. The priporitors name was Ken Knuckles which rhymed with my brothers nickname buckles. The hostel was well set up for Stagg dos with stark large tables perfect for Lashing on (i.e. big with loads of chairs and old enough not worry about damaging). The first drinking game that evening was one not in The Lash which basiscally utilised the a kids game called Topple (comparible to Jenga) to which we added drinking fines. The stadard fine for making the game pieces topple was a half of cider. The stagg do duely assembled and we decided that we'd eat at the hostel before heading into town. It was a large group and so there was only one thing for it...The Animal Kingdom (see pg. 130 of The Lash). The last time I had bossed this out was on a 21st in Dublin in 2007. A hit then and a hit now..great banter and team dynamics building.

This certainly got things off to a flyer and soon people were buying outragous shots and we'd not even hit town. From what I can remember of Carmarthen that first night I had an awesome time...pulling girls onto the dance floor and dancing like on a podium in Ibiza.

Next day....nursing hangovers the kill or cure was coasteneering! Forget water, coffee, or some avocardo smoothy, jumping off rocks inot the Irish sea cannot be beaten for it's medicinal properties! Paintballing in the afternoon that day led to the traditional gauntel run for the stagg! At this moment I realised that my brotherly love for Bungle (a.k.a. Ba'ho/Simon) was more caring than I antisipated...it kicked in after three seconds which saw him take aproximately hundred paintballs at point blank range. In his compulsory Super Woman costume he looked like he had a particularly virrial skin complaint.

The Sat night of lash saw us play Group Three In A Row Coin Flip (see drinking games tab at http://www.thelash.eu/) This was a new one on me and a new great for any subsequent book. We were all dressed as superheroes and there were some magic appearences incl. Duff man, Iron Man and Banna Man. I made everyone take the obligitory promotional photos with The Lash banner and even Ken Knuckles wanted some of our action cracking out his camera. The highlight of the eveing was doing a superhero parade in a Whetherspoons judge by some local girls and having a dance off with army girl hen night in Savannahs. I managed to end the night shoeless, thunderbird outfit devestated, completely lost and on my own! I rank it as one of the best!