I've just returned from my brother's 3-nighter in Lisbon, and while I enjoyed bits and pieces of it and Lisbon is a tremendous city I'm labouring under a pretty profound lack of faith in humanity today. I've been on enough stag trips, and enough bad ones, to know that some of the stuff that gets perpetrated in the name of bantzzz and whatnot is just really mean spirited abuse but to be honest there was an incident last night which, unfortunately, I wasn't there to step in and stop which if it had happened to me there is no fucking way I would remain friends with the people who did it. TBH my brother looked absolutely broken flying home yesterday; it seemed like any time he'd finally recover from one thing enough to actually enjoy himself for an hour or so somebody would just start up on him again. Not sure of my point here, just wallowing in some pity. It's not even like there was a sense of cameraderie about it, people were ditching each other all over town; one guy got absolutely battered in a bar and everyone abandoned me to deal with it because they wanted to go to a club instead. Then it turns out half of them were actually going to head back to the hotel anyway, they just didn't want to take him. Men really are shitbags and after this weekend I've had to turn down going to a friend's stag next month because there's no way I'm sitting through another one like that.