Best man's duty

The stag weekend begins in a spectacular bunkhouse near Aberfeldy.

We arrive to find a Hen party next door. They eventually come to visit and think we are incredibly boring as we sit round drinking beer/whisky* instead of playing party games in fancy dress and Karakoe singing as they are. We get invited over, but fortunately my camera fails to take a recognisable picture of the stag and I murdering 'I will survive'.

* no whisky for me, those of you who know me personally will be glad to hear.