Burnt, broke and back from Benalmadena on my Stag Do on the Spanish south coast where I’ve baked, blistered, bathed and binged on the booze. Some might say that starting drinking at ten to five in the morning at the airport is setting your stall out for the weekend, I say it was never in doubt about what the Stag Do weekend involved. The Costa Del Sol and Benalmadena’s 24 hour square lived up to its name. Now looking like a radiation clean up worker from Chernobyl, I’m sporting the traditional glow in the dark lobster look that Brits do only too well after blistering for a few hours in the sun under the influence of cheap bargain booze. To counteract this, I’ve covered myself in enough Aloe Vera gel to be mistaken for a swarfega accident. Lets hope the shine factor shimmies down a little for the wedding in two weeks time.