Maybe I got married too long ago, but when did the stag night turn into a four-day binge feast in foreign lands, not that I’m complaining, as this wasn’t so much about the lands but the water we got to play in. Nikyboy AKA “Hollywood” picked me as his best man, though to be fair that honor should have gone to Paul or my brother Mark.
The three of them were inseparable as kids and seemed to live at our house all the time. One thing they had in common was the ability to spin a line; to be honest nothing’s really changed. Being eight years older I could be forgiven for describing it as bull sh**, but I’m guessing I wasn’t so far off as my mum’s nicknames elude. Nick (yep he had a “c” in his name back then) was called “bully” while Paul was “mouth on a stick”, did I say “nothing’s really changed”, he’s the big one in the pix and I don’t mean tall. Being the baby of the family Mum just couldn’t give him a nickname, not that it stopped everyone else calling him Joey.
With this talent for bending the truth it was no surprise they’ve all ended up in sales, though Paul had to move aboard to find a fresh audience that would believe him. Back together the bull was flowing at full pace, thankfully we weren’t alone so I was able to have the occasional conversation based in truth.
Shaun, Jamie and Chippy Dave joined us to celebrate, though Shaun and Chippy bailed when the celebrations got a little too Essex. Yes, we made sure there was a traditional stag night and while I’ve added a couple of pictures to show the mission was achieved the best (that depends on your point of view) are not really suitable to be shown here. Remember Borat the movie and the naked wrestling, well Nik and Paul did a fantastic remake in the bar… and worse.
Hangovers aside the main event was the sailing and here conditions really came good with four days of strong winds. Paul has never been windsurfing so he stayed ashore, the rest of us could windsurf and kite. That said Mark hasn’t windsurfed for ten years or so and every time he did it cost me in broken kit.
Highlight of the trip for me has to be sailing with my brother, it took a couple of days to find his feet and even then he struggled to waterstart but once up you couldn’t stop him. If proof were needed that it’s all in the jeans then he is it, once up and running no one could catch him, which was a big problem when we wanted to get us all sailing together.
