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Arfur's stag do

by Sam Langdon. Last updated 2003-11-07

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Since Mr Arfur Graley is on the brink of becoming 'a man' (by marrying Miss Laura Franklin), we felt it only fair to have a few drinks and play paintball to celebrate. As best-man (perhaps the least fitting description of a person that ever was) to be, Fred orchestrated a fine weekend of fun and frivolity, with some fine organisational work & photography by Mas.

The weekend went something like this:

Friday: we had beers in the Hotel bar (thanks to 'The Stage Hotel' allowing a party of 19 blokes to stay - they must be mad) went to a couple of pubs in Market Square, then ate and drank some more at Hooters, before returning to the Hotel, where a few folks drank on 'til the not-so-small-wee hours (no names mentioned, Mas & Mario). Oh - and Guy tried some Viagra.

Saturday: up early (ouch) for paintball, where myself and Mr Chris Jalfrezi took the prize for least paintballs bought (3 tubes each) & Arfur and unsurprisingly Mario took the prize for most paintballs bought (17 and 18 tubes respectively I believe). Arfur also took the prize for most bruised, after the 'hunt the stag' type game. We split up for the early part of the evening, with some folk going for a meal and others going for a pub crawl, then all met up (with the exception of Len, who had to wash his hair) to go to a gorgonzola-like night club called 'The Palais'. It was full of beer, red bull, cheesy music and ropey old northerners. After this, some crazy folk continued drinking back at tat 'otel (I learned some northern over the weekend - good eh?) 'til about 6 am (or was it 5 am? the clocks went back just to confuse matters).

Sunday: we felt ill, played football (Fred was the worst player by a long way and ensured his team lost by about 40 goals), then felt ill some more and fled from the North-East Midlands to sunnier climes.

Unfortunately we forgot to take any pictures of the hotel, paintball or football, but there are some snaps of us getting hammered and destroying Nottingham. I shall now upload them, using the quick and easy MMALO photo upload page. Enjoy...

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Mas with beers

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Chillin in the club

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Crazy dancing

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Westside...

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Westlife...

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Ey up big Guy

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Posing

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In ze pub

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