Day 1

It was the start of February and we all descended upon Amsterdam for Gav's stag do. We left Biddulph at around 3am on a Saturday morning. We got major embarrassment out of the way by making gav wear a nurses uniform and wig on the flight over. Once we got there I'd actually been awake for 48 hours so collapsed in bed for a few hours in the afternoon while everyone else went exploring. Mick had booked us our accomodation, and it was literally dead centre of the Red Light district. It was a bit of a grotty hotel but had everything you need for a stag do, best of all - a view across the canal at all of the prostitutes in the windows. We spent many an hour during the weekend sat in the hotel bar watching dirty men popping in and out of the windows, and timing them to see how long they took.

I woke up around 5pm as everyone suddenly arrived back at the hotel, Eddie collapsed and didn't wake up until 3am missing the full nights drinking and entertainment. Everyone went to bed for a few hours recharge but me Gav, Rob, and Besty decided to find a bar showing the Liverpool game. Half way through the game Andy started wavering and after falling asleep at the table he decided to go back to join the others.

Once the game was finished we headed back and met up with everyone then hit the town. After going a few commerical bars which cost a bomb, we found what must have been the smallest pub in Amsterdam. It made The Swan look big. We settled in their for the night and while Chris Rowley befriended the barmaid and took over the jukebox we all got on with some serious drinking. Later on in the night, Andy Martin was seriously mashed. He decided to have a shot of vodka to pull himself together. He then proceeded to knock back 15 shots of vodka as everyone in the bar chanted "Besty Besty". He was really proud of himself and was punching the air after each shot. It wasn't until the next day when we confessed, that he found out that out of the 15 shots of vodka he thought he'd drank, only the first one was actually vodka. For the other 14, Alistair had given him shots of water!!

While Besty was slumped at the bar, things had also got a little worse for wear for Gav, and he dozed off up the corner. Spotting his chance Gav Doyle got a magic marker from behind the bar and started drawing a moustache and beard on Gav as he slept. He almost woke a few times, but Doyle was able to finish his masterpiece. We thought that was Gav done in for the rest of the night, but an hour later he suddenly found his 2nd wind and him and Robbie went truddling off to look around the city. Little did he realise he still had all the marker pen on his face. In fact it was next morning before he found out! He arrived down for breakfast and wanted to know who had come in his room and drawn the pen on his face. He couldn't believe that it had happened in the actual bar!!

Another casualty of the night was Robbie! The bar had the steepest steps you've ever seen in your life, which led up to the toilet. They proved a bit too much for Robbie who decided he needed to be sick and couldn't get up them so just threw up down them. The bar maid was impressed!!!

When we arrived back to the hotel, Eddie had finally woken from his comatose state. He decided to go off to the hotels 24 hour bar, and for some reason locked our room door. It was a bizarre room that me, Jay, Al, Rowan and Eddie were sharing. The shower was on the inside, but the toilet was on the outside of the room. Waking up half hour later with the crippling need to go the toilet I dashed to the door finding it locked. Realising what Eddie had done, I did what any bloke would do in that situation - I pissed in the shower!!