Lee’s Stag

May 10th, 2005 6

Finally Lloydy has posted the photos of Lee’s Stag night shnangans. It all stared off fairly tame, a few drinks in Bridgenorth (with the notable absence of the stag) then back to Walsall to get Lee.

A ‘few’ drinks in the Wharf led to a few more in Yates’s, and then home. However, on the way home passing McDonalds we stopped so that I could take a leak, or so it would seem. We took this opportunity to strip Lee, cover him in silly string and baby-oil and hand-cuff him to a lamp-post. We then drove away to the other car park, turned the lights off and left him for a while. We were gunna go back for him, honest guv.

By the time we did go back for him he’d gone. Escaped. Vamoosed. And then we had the biggest storm that i’ve seen for years. So after spending an hour or so looking for him Lloydy called the police and asked “if they had picked up any naked white men on the run in Bescot?” They said not, but they’d send a car out to help us look. They weren’t happy.

After hour went by, still no Lee. Kris and Fordy were soaked, and we figured it was time to go tell Lee’s future misses that we’d lost him. As it turned out Lee was already home, he’d got a taxi with the £10 that he’d kept in his sock for just such an emergency (?!). What amazed me most was the distance he’d run, naked, through the streets of Walsall to get to the taxi rank. He said a woman stopped and asked him if he was okay, but he just said he was on his stag-do and she seemed fine with that.

So not you’re run off the mill night in Walsall (although the police operator seemed to think there were other naked men running around out there somewhere), but a night I’m sure Lee will never forget. One to tell the kids eh?

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