Fucking hate all that bollocks.
Had to go on one of these awful climbing weekend/stag do things in the Hope Valley.
Spent most of my time laughing at the shit names of places like Mucky Gulch on the Ordnance Survey map. Was asked to sit out by the instructor/total ’let’s offroad’ weapon who was running the thing so wandered around smoking cigs while the pricks I was with jammed their fingers into crevices. Pointless activity.
I’m shit at stag dos.
Although I did redeem myself by drinking a whole dish of vindaloo sauce later.
