About £650. That’s the average cost of attending a hen party these days. And what for, eh? No one ever returned from a hen do thinking: “I’m so glad I spent a month’s rent on decorating knickers with the bride’s mother while sipping a penis-colada through a penis straw.” There is never a point at which you find yourself musing: “Do you know what I’d love to spend more of my precious time doing? Answering another question on what the bride and groom had for tea on their first holiday!” Hen parties have become absolutely nightmarish.
We all know the horror stories. The bride who sacked her chief bridesmaid because they hadn’t taken their hen do planning duties seriously enough. The bride who thought it was perfectly reasonable to expect your attendance at all three of her events (the local one, the abroad one and the festival, duh). The request for hens to cover the cost of the bride’s share, because why should she have to pay for the three-day luxury bender that she asked for? She’s getting married!
