Stag weekends have proved I'm a second-day man. Friday night will be gay; six pints and I'm done - first back to the hotel. Saturday, however, will be epic: The first pint on a hangover- be it Staropramen or Stones, doesn't matter- is pure fucking nectar. And on it goes. Most I've managed is 16 pints between noon and 10pm, then onto cocktails in a club. I was a write-off for three days after, mind. I ain't proud.