By now the Clubflat Team were accustomed to being able to get an easy 'pass out' from the missus for their annual lads getaway by virtue of having stag do's galore for the last few years with one in 2011 and two in 2012. So when 2013 came and it was realised that no-one was getting married that year, panic set in. Idea's were floated around about conjuring up a mystery friend who was getting married, and even just forcing someone in the team to get married, but these soon withered away. Just when it looked like all hope was lost, one of the Clubflat Team's founding members resurfaced from a millennium long slumber and declared he was getting married. D-Tox was back to save us. After lots of fist-pumping and high-fives, attention turned to the plan. And what a plan it was. With Bluff being tasked with the organisation of this behemoth, it meant only one thing. Yes, the annual trip to Newquay, which had taken a breather for a few years due to all the stag do's that came along, was now to be the destination of this latest stag do. How we had missed this place and now we were going back there on a stag do. Genius. As part of the fun, Bluff tasked us with finding the most ghastly shirt on the planet to wear for the main night in Newquay. Sick buckets at the ready...
The Clubflat Team shows their jubilation at embarking on their 4th stag do for the 3rd year running