A ‘hen’ party makes it sound quite dull doesn’t it? Like a load of chickens sitting around knitting

Last weekend was the hen do in London for my mate getting wed in too weeks; although I agree with her that ‘bachelorette’ sounds a bit more… exciting. We started off with a trip round the Tate Britain to the the Peter Doig exhibition. It was pretty good. I quite liked the paintings which show white modernist buildings through dark forests and swamps, but I was less keep on the figures. I could have done ‘um. 

Then we got some lunch and looked over the river at MI5 – if it’s so damn secret why do they have a headquarters you can see from space? – then across to the West End for Avenue Q. Weird enough – Sesame Street but in a way that’ll fuck up your childhood memories, but very funny if you can get past the puppet sex. Then dinner at the Texas embassy. Interesting fact I got from the back of the menu; the original Texas embassy (as in the embassy for the real country of Texas) was founded in a wine vault in London. Sounds about right doesn’t it?

It wasn’t a pissed hen do *ahem* I mean Bachelorette party, but it was fun and I got to see a load more of London. We went to this little cafe in Covent Garden on Sunday called Coffee, Cake and Kink (http://www.coffeeckeandkink.com – warning; don’t go here if you don’t like leather and drawings of unnaturally large male anatomy). That says it all really. Nice cafe though.