Clucking Good Hen Night
Just a couple of weeks ago I was invited to the hen weekend of a friend. The two-day marathon event had been long awaited and when it finally rolled in we were all very excited. You can imagine the fun and debauchery that was to be had when Destination Manchester was hit by 12 overly-excited females … oh, and a fella too.
Yes, you heard correct. The hen-do proceedings were to commence with a boy on board. And if you were wondering, no he wasn't gay - just a good friend of the bride-to-be who apparently had no problem spending a whole weekend with a whole lot of girls…
So as soon as we arrived the itinerary went into action. The Friday was filled with the more civilised activities of the weekend, and the Saturday... well, not so much so! The day started with a few pick-me up drinks to aid the recovery of the night before. Possibly, not the best start to a long day but it did bode well for the daytime activity that was to follow…
Unfortunately all 13 of us had been booked in for a pole dancing lesson. The only lesson I learnt however was to never attempt pole dancing ever again. Let's just say the scenes that followed were less sexy and seductive and more clumsy and clueless.
It was the evening where the fun really began. Each of us had been allocated a country to dress as. Ireland, Wales, Germany and Greece all featured in the mix. Along with a very convincing Miss Thailand. Yes, the lady(boy) of the group had donned a Matalan sequined dress, a pleated wig and a pretty little fan for the occasion, and boy did he look convincing!!
So in our country-themed attire we visited all of Manchester's main haunts. Tottering down the street we unsurprisingly caught the glare of many a passer-by. This was all eclipsed however once we reached Canal Street. It seemed that a certain 'Miss' Thailand had built up quite a following and was the subject of many a photo. Canal Street's very own Ting Tong had hit the town! There was no turning back now…
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