"Hen Do" drabbles by Neville Hunt

Think bloke

Hen Do #2

The girls were totally immersed in pinkness at the hen do. Everything not only pink, but extremely pretty, befitting a pretty bride-to-be. Flowers, fun feminine activities, lots of giggliness, and pink, sparkly bottled Prosecco gently consumed. All very gentile, stylish and thought through thanks to the chief bridesmaid and Mrs H.

Contrast this with the blokes’ barbie. Beer, bangers, chicken, buns, to excess. Filthy jokes when the little-uns were in the paddling pool. Water pistols throughout.

Beer from bottles, crisps from packets, hummus from plastic tubs and baked beans straight from the saucepan. That’s living that is!

Think pink

Hen Do #1

Yesterday my wife hosted my daughter’s first ‘hen do’. It was all very pretty in pink and I’d spent all week tidying my garden stuff away, buying pink fizz, attaching pink pom-poms above the terrace, collecting pink niece from the train station and preparing Pimms for bridesmaids, mums and friends.

Me, my sons, grandsons and of course the bridegroom were banned. We were going off for an impromptu stag blowout barbecue at my daughter’s house. Very un-pink.

I suggested that I get some ‘hen do’ music from Spotify.

“Hindu music?” my wife queried. “Why?

(...must be the pressure!)