Dunn’s Stag

Got back late last night from Alasdair Dunn’s stag-do in York. We had a great three day trip: dinner and a few drinks on the Friday; go-karting, ghost-touring, a curry, a few more drinks, a fight and a trip to A&E; on the Saturday; clay pigeon shooting Sunday lunch and a cancelled overcrowded train home on the Sunday. Perfect

They’re also on flickr and facebook!

More details on the fight? Yes I thought you might ask…

Sadly on the way home to our hotel on the Saturday night at about 2am we came across a damsel in distress, cold, wet and miles from home she complained that she was getting followed by people who were gonna beat her up so could we look after her and get her a cab? We quickly flagged one down and gave her cash to get home – she looked genuinely terrified…

Just as we put her in the cab, a bunch of what we Scots would describe as “neds” appeared round the corner and started hurling abuse. It was a mixed group of 2 girls and 2 guys, both in their early twenties I reckon. As we hustled away down the road to the hotel, they proceeded to follow us and antagonise us into a fight. First spit whistled past us, then insults and then finally one of the girls, yes a girl!!! smashed Rory from behind and put her knuckle/ring though his cheek. To Rory’s credit he didn’t react and once he regained his balance he walked on with the rest of us despite having a gush of blood raining down from his face. I’m not even sure how she did it as it was from behind, she was fairly slight and she picked on the tallest and probably best built of all of us.

As we approached the hotel one of the guys in the group then started to use the fact that his sister had punched one of us as a reason to have another go, not exactly sure why or if that even makes sense but he seemed to be outraged that one of us had dared to be punched by his sibling – maybe she broke her hand? Then again she was holding him back with one hand and that seemed to prevent him moving (despite him being twice her size) – all very weird!

We got to the hotel and called the police, they never showed up so after an hour or so we triaged Rory with the hotel’s first aid kit and then Keith took charge and got him to A&E; for stitches. You can see the before shot in the pictures.

Again to Rory’s credit he’s taken the whole thing very well, the rest of us seemed more shook-up then he did – all in all quite a scary situation at 2am in the back streets of York…

Co-incidentally I think Rory won the clay pigeon shooting the next day, probably imagining her face on the top of each target!