Dua Lipa’s strip club row is a drop in the stag party ocean

In his latest reflection on places and pathways, Will Gore leaves Glasgow’s seedy back streets for the West Highland Way

Dua Lipa arrives at the Grammy Awards in Los Angeles in January (Getty)

Stag dos are rum affairs. Often, they appear to provide an opportunity for spending large amounts of money on activities no one really wants to participate in.

With the wrong best man at the helm, they can be grim for the groom. I was fortunate: strict instructions to avoid anything seedy were firmly followed and I enjoyed an afternoon playing cricket with lots of friends, followed by a curry. Tame? Who cares. It was right up my street.

When my turn came to organise a stag event, I too sought to keep to the brief: an overnight stay in the Highlands, with a bit of easy walking and a decent meal seemed eminently doable. I had to assure the proprietor of the hotel that, no, a group of 15 lads definitely wasn’t there to celebrate the forthcoming nuptials of one of our number, but I reckoned they wouldn’t turn us away when we actually arrived.