…the turtle doves, the marquee, the gateaux, the watered silk meringues, the weeping great-aunts, and the list at John Lewis…
…but, with our Civil Partnership registration “ceremony” less than five weeks away, I find myself suddenly desirous of nicking, ooh, just one of the great heterosexual traditions. Namely the stag night.
The question is: where to go?
Nottingham’s out, purely on the grounds of over-familiarity.
Birmingham’s a strong contender, but there’s one major snag: on the weekend in question, K will be attending a vets’ conference in the same city. Now, call me old-fashioned, but one simply CANNOT stagger back from one’s stag night into one’s own partner’s hotel room. It’s sick and it’s wrong.
Manchester’s looking good. I can see potential there.
Blackpool’s a possible, but I’m not sure how far I’m willing to stretch the “ironic” aspect of the experience.
London: too big and impersonal?
Amsterdam: too far and impractical?
What do we think?
troubled diva 