Stag

I went on a stag do at the weekend and it was tremendous fun. We went to Llangollen- north wales. It seems a nice place. There is a river running through it, hilly surroundings, an amusing taxidermy shop with a wide array of ugly, scary looking stuffed animals and a nice riverside station with a steam train to go sight seeing along the Dee valley. On Friday night we drank in the nice old pub we were staying in and it was a fairly quiet night. On Saturday we went to an outdoor centre in the morning and did an hour racing mud buggies around a track and then an hour mountain quad biking, which was enormous fun - very, very enjoyable. Good hilly scenery and pissing around on quad bikes is a good combination. One of my friends managed to turn his on its side quite impressively after trying to get the back end out. He was lucky it didn't roll all the way over but as it was it was very amusing. His face was a treat as he realised he was going over. Then we went back to town and started the drinking watching the rugby. A slightly ropey curry and a hotel bar playing drinking games was the rest of the stag evening. Any nice pubs were too busy for us all to get a table so the weird unpopular hotel bar was the best bet. It had all sorts of crap hung from the ceiling- a pram full of wombles, pitchforks, scythes bed pans, bikes and other random stuff. The toilets were downstairs. To get to them involved going along a poorly carpeted corridor which had a load of empty, slightly decrepit rooms off either side. The sort of place a serial killer would have been proud of. But it was a fun evening. Even though the owner of the bar was a tedious man who enjoyed talking at his clientelle about his art and the website he sold it on.

And then on Sunday I got to spend 3 painful hung over hours driving back from north wales.

That is my first Welsh stag of the year. I have another one at the end of next month so i can see how North Wales stags compare with South Wales stags.