Southampton Stag Night

Well, that's another weekend over and that was my mate's Stag Night in Southampton on Saturday too.

Now, Stag Nights are normally seen as raucous events but when you have a bunch of friends with well above average IQs "Neanderthal tendencies" are happily missing. We hit the pub for a couple, met some new people in the group and then headed off to the curry house.

On leaving the pub, the best man, whom I'd not been introduced to, sparked up a mad comedy conversation about "wouldn't the female bouncer look nice wearing nothing but an earpiece - Phwooar!". When we got the curry house and I sat down next to him he admitted that he thought I was just some random geezer walking down the road LMFAO what a nutcase LOL. Oh, and we got lost on the way there too.

The curry house was good - Popadom Express - don't let the name fool you as to the quality of the place - slightly colonial yet very contemporary feel to it. Food was good, service was good, the Polish serving wench was cute and so was the fiery red-head.

Shame about the lager though - Don't like lager or Grolsch at the best of times, but at least they could have had some Kingfisher or Cobra... or even some Tiger or Singha beer would have better accompanied the meal.

And the toilets were in the middle of a maze in the basement - lucky I took a roll of twine with me and didn't find the Minotaur going for a piss ;)

Then the best man got us lost again on the way to the lapdance club. It wasn't half as seedy as places used to be, the girls were all very pleasant and mega cute too. If only I could have taken a photo of the pole-dancer for you - Wow, bendy lady and what a performer...

And that was it, all very civilised :D The wedding reception may be another matter though...