prongle

7 years ago we (myself and my mates from back home) went on a stag do to Torquay. It was a weekend and consisted of drinking and drinking only. Pick up was 1000 on the Friday and the return time was 1600 on the Sunday. I specifically remember opening my first can of beer for the journey up north at 1030, my last one was around 1000 on Sunday before getting back in the car (as a passenger) to return home. It was solid drinking and nothing else. As we woke each day we were given a can of larger. It was hard work, I cannot believe I managed it. 

The reason I say that is because most of that original bunch have rejoined to 'Hit Blackpool' for the final stag do of those bunch of lads and it's safe to say we're getting old. I had to race up on a train from Oxfordshire to attempt to join them whilst they were fairly sober. Was quite worried as I didn’t manage to get a 6-pack of larger for the train up and I assumed I would arrive at 1800 to the sight of all the lads wrecked and me playing catch up. Turns out, I didn’t need to worry about that 6-pack as they all were stone cold sober. Because they didn’t have a drop of ale on the way up, first point for us getting old.

Second, after spending the a few hours drinking we returned to the hotel for a shower, change then back out for drinking. Seems some of the boys needed a nap, so after a 3 hour break we returned to drinking at 2100, feeling good and refreshed.

Third and probably the worst case was the night club. We paid (An extortionate amount in some peoples eyes) £5 to get in, walked to the dance floor, watched some young people dancing to something that barely resembled music and decided to leave. The next day my brother said;

‘That club was shit!’ 

‘Are we getting old or was it really that shit?’ I quizzically replied.

‘The music was just too loud’ He said covering one ear.

‘I’ll ask again, ARE WE GETTING OLD or was it really that shit?’

I think we were all in agreement of the answer.