Stag bag

My other half is going on a stag weekend (that he's organised), I can't say where in case the groom somehow finds out ...

So we spent a bit of time in the Bullring last night sourcing the contents of a "stag bag". Ideally, this would have contained a shooting stick, a copy of Debrett's, a cravat, a pipe, cigars and a good malt. However, not easy to source in a West Midlands shopping mall to be honest.

As you can see what we ended up with involves adhesive facial hair, a literally "gorgeous" tasteful England shirt (with diamante no less). The bored shop assistant in JD Sports was not amused by my checking that it was reduced from twenty to four quid - she didn't really like me joking about it. Hmm. For some reason it's got bits of paper stuck all over it, which actually enhances the shirt if anything.

Although our stag has both taste and style, we felt there had to be a nod to a typical stag event, so a short sojourn into the dark doorway of plasticky Anne Summers was agreed upon. A more unsexy shop could not be invented if you tried. A short stay in the 'willy pasta' and 'willy poached egg maker' area hastened an already-in-progress-exit but I did stop on the way out to buy this quite classic 'boob beach ball' (£4 reduced to £1, and ditto the above statement). I'm not sure if this is, however, demeaning to beach balls.