I got away lightly, you see my friends are not idiots. each day I had to dress very badly with items they had found at markets, bad shoes, bad jeans with rips and diamonds on, bad caps and bad shirts, they made me look like a c*ckle but not stupid enough to make it obvious I was on a stag do, thus making it very uncomfortable for me, I spent the week hiding in the corners of pubs so no hotties could laugh at me.