Long Distance Nick takes the wheel.

Willie grabs a snack before heading for the mysterious Eastern lands of Norfolkshire

In fact he grabs a few snacks... He doesn't know when, if ever, he'll eat solid food again...

This is wise, as he is accompanied by van full of mates, intent only on giving him non-solids to consume and gurning at the camera...
Not So-Long Distance Nick hands over the wheel to Middle Distance Simon. Meanwhile, as the loyal mates continued to put in stirling work on the beers, Willie lost his hair, his beard and his Scotch Bonnet... But he retained the wotsit eyebrows....

Oh no, he has his beard back, but its on his head...
Oh no its gone again....
The Road Beers took their toll on everyone's bladder...
But not for long!
Eventually the intrepid Stag team reach the campsite, and many don head torches in a vain attempt to show they know what they are doing...

Noone looked more intense in their headtorch than Not So-Long Distance Nick. Willy was snug as a rug in his big red beards.
Whilst Nick managed to create a light sabre dick head, which all agreed was impressive.

Dan is startled to find Willie in the toilet block. Or so it seemed - it quickly became apparent that Dan was startled by everything....

After a nights rest, and a hard day's paintballing, the lads and the now shorn Willie headed into the bustling metropolis of Norwich for a curry.

Dan showed everyone pictures of his dog.
Fortunately for everyone (or so we thought) we moved on from Dan's dog photos. However Wuuuman looked troubled....
And with good reason, for Giblin has sighted prey.
At first he merely attempted to look like he meant business, and John Boy, also sensing danger, tried to warn the girls with the use of "big eyes"....
But it was all for naught. Giblin unfurled his giant cow's tongue and I think you can actually see the moment when he senses any lingering innocence they might have had has died...

Then we went to another pub and found Jonny, who was maybe the most wasted man in Norwich. Bit of Where's Wally here too - a collection of farmers have gathered in the background...
Chris rose to the challenge, only to be crushed by a passing Sea Cow dressed in black. Which was unfortunate...

Chris suffered some emotional trauma due to the size and hideousness of the Sea Cow that had crushed him.
Luckily the good folk of Norwich saw his emotional pain, and team bundled him in the wild man. It looks alot like he's being sick at this point...

Oh no he's actually quite comfortable!!
Albeit a little red in the face...
Unbelievably, we got in the club -and so did Jonny! Seen here making intelligent conversation with Nick and Dan.
And the bar staff's en-logo'd bosom...
Dan was customarily confused.





But not as much as Not So-Long Distance Nick who executed a series of panic camp dance moves. Dan remained unmoved.

Somehow everyone survived that night, and even more remarkably made it to the Norfolk Broads for a very pleasant cruise.
Nick again took the wheel. No mode of transport untamed.


Giblin sat astride the boat with all the authority with which he corrupted Norwich's ladies of the night...



Captain Wright took the boat for a spin also, luckily Matt is looking where he is going, but he isn't in control of the boat, so maybe not so lucky...

Bootiful Norfolk.
Windmills and everything....
There were collisions, but noone was hurt.
Have more hungover men sat down to one meal in that pub? No I suspect not.