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Worst thing you have ever seen on a stag do.

DTS

The Business
This weekend I am unable to attend Oxford away as I am going on the Bloke in the Pram shops stag do.

We met up a few weeks ago and TBITPS made it quite clear that the best man has been warned that he cant do anything too bad to him. My best mate "Ratty" also has his stag do coming up too which I am going to haqve to stitch him up for.

I was just wondering what the worst thing you have ever seen is?

My worst was pretty tame in fairness but when my mate Spanish Rick got married I went out to Malaga for his stag do. I was the only English speaker there bar Spanish Rick but it was one of the best nights ever.

His mates got him battered to the point where he was sick before dinner. We had dinner in the mountains and got a coach back to Bellamadena afterwards. On the coach they put a porno video my mate Spanish Rick had made with an ex.

When he got off the coach they nicked all his kit and made him wear a wedding dress they told everyone it was a gay wedding so he got loads of people wanting photos with him.

Then as the night wore on they got him more and more battered to the point where he was sick in his own vale. Then they handcuffed him to some fat bird who wanted his nuts.

In true Spanish style the night went on till 6am and in true Spanish style he drove us home afterwards despite having drunk his own body weight in spirts.

Anyone got any other bad stitch ups.
 
My mate was dressed in truly awful pikey clothing from Oxfam and left to lug around a heavy weight that had been chained to his foot. I had to talk some moron out of wanting to batter him in The Pink Toothbrush.....

And to think he got divorced a few years later.....
 
*shudders* Me, in a floral dress, pearl necklace, handbag, and antlers crashing round Southend pubs on a souped-up mini-scooter whilst barely able to walk.

I don't look good in a dress...
 
Stag do 14 years ago. Friend at the time, Brian, aged just 20!!!!!!! decided to get married. Evening went well, nothing too serious. Until, that is, we got back to Brian's and realised that the evening had gone too well and that he'd got off lightly.

We decided there and then to remove him from his clothes and leave him tied to the lampost outside the front of his (mum's) house. As some of us lifted his legs, in our drunken state, we failed to realise that no one was actually supporting/lifting his upper body.

One cartwheel later, one collision between his collar-bone and the huge concrete step outside the house and we have a man spending six hours in hospital before turning up to his wedding in a sling a day or so later.

:(

We were all staying at his mum's with him that night.
She's no longer with us but was a formidable woman at the best of times.

She went ****ing CRAZY on us!!!!!
I'm shaking as I type!!!

:eek:
 
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I've been on three (including my own) and unbelievably no-one got really badly stitched up.

In Berlin one of the lads got stripped to his pants and was led around a dog collar but it was snowing so we let him put his coat back on.

I very much got away with. Got an apron put on me for a while which had a depiction of a naked statue on it, but apart from that, it was just the amount of aniseed liquor the b*stards plied me with.
 
Ah, the joys of being a married man who didn't have a stag weekend! :p

Tame in comparison but we made my mate parade up & down Las Ramblas in Barcelona in a sparkly red thong.

Also, constructed a list of "forfeits" another mate had to do at his in Leeds (one of which was to get a serrupticious up-skirt shot on his phone or camera) but he just took them in his stride & actually went around all the women in 2 bars asking if he could take one & surprise upon surprise, one girl (with a particularly well-kempt + pierced lady garden it should be noted) pulled down her jeans & pushed aside her thong and gave him a front-frontal photo opportunity! :eek:
 
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this isn't somethign bad, but was really funny at the time.

I went on a stag weekend to Brighton a few years ago, and it was really really boring. The Stag is not the livliest of people at the best of times and nor are his mates. I got the feeling I was invited along to make up the numbers as I didn't really know that many of them that well.

Anyway, I told them that in Brighton, they are unlikely to let 12 blokes in to a club in one go, but these warnings went unheeded. We ended up just drinking in a variety of bars and it felt like we were killing time for most of the evening.

Anyway, we were waiting for our coach to take us back to Southend and were on the beach. Someone piped up that the stag had escaped unharmed and was due a prank. It was suggested that we throw him in the sea.

The mild mannered bunch i was with morphed into a bunch of savages and really violently manhandled the Stag into a position where they could throw him into the sea. It was like something out of Lord of the Flies. Nothing was subtle about it and I think a few people got surprisingly carried away.

Anyway this lasted for about 2 minutes until the Stag shouted that he had lost his wallet. Ever so gently he was lowered to the ground and we were made to form a line to search the beach up from the waters edge. We were made to search about 5 times. Kind of took the edge off the whole thing.

Couldn't find the wallet and the Stag sat moping unti lthe coach turned up.

It was a very long journey home.

As I say, not bad, but the aborted attempt at laddishness was funny at the time.
 
this isn't somethign bad, but was really funny at the time.

I went on a stag weekend to Brighton a few years ago, and it was really really boring. The Stag is not the livliest of people at the best of times and nor are his mates.

Is this why DtS doesn't like you much any more?







:eek:
 
I feel sure that he wasn't there, so perhaps it's for some other irrational hatred...

He wouldn't be the first.
 
Biggest stitch up I'd been involved in, we thought, was getting a stag to don full lederhosen when we all went to the Oktoberfest. Turns out that he looked like everyone else there, whilst we (in jeans & tshirts) looked like the odd ones out!

:thump:

I got off remarkably lightly - just had to wear a Viking helmet while visiting the watering holes of Liverpool, after a particularly dour 0-0 draw for the Shrimpers at Prenton Park...

Best outfit was, for those of you who are cricket afficionados (and, in particular, fans of "The 12th Man"), where a group of us turned up at Lord's, each sporting a jacket that fell within the "Benaud palette" (of white, off-white, cream, beige, bone and ivory).

Mmmmarvellous.

:D
 
This whole thread is worrying me.....:eek:

I just called the Best Man and we've had a gentleman's agreement that I can nominate a member of the stag party to take on any humiliation I don't fancy the sound of. :flamer:
 
The worst thing was marrying the Wife a couple of days later.........

(The Ex Mrs FS not the current adorable one obviously)
 
Best outfit was, for those of you who are cricket afficionados (and, in particular, fans of "The 12th Man"), where a group of us turned up at Lord's, each sporting a jacket that fell within the "Benaud palette" (of white, off-white, cream, beige, bone and ivory).

Mmmmarvellous.

:D

Super stuff that!! In fact, a mmmmmmmmmmmaaarvellous effort all round!!
 

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