A STAG NIGHT
July 15 Tuesday 2008

Stag Night, Bachelor Party, call it what you will - this was one night I was approaching with trepidation. And yet, after a couple of beers and a few games of pool, I loosened up considerably and thoroughly enjoyed the various dares and acts of humiliation that took me from Wan Chai to Causeway Bay and back again.

Whilst I can’t say too much about the night (as I am sworn to secrecy), it was all good clean fun. Spending it with my closest buddies was precious, and buddies who not only play hard, but pray hard too. All and all, a wonderful night that left me feeling like I’d taken another definite step towards married life.

I’m reminded of something one of my buddies said to me years ago, when we were just 21. He said: “You know you’ve become a man when you: a) drive a car; b) use a Mac; c) play a Taylor; and d) get married”. I’d just like to add one more to complete this light-hearted list: “You know when you've become a man when; e) you’ve run around Victoria Park in nothing but two pieces of A4 paper!”