‘I could have saved up a deposit for a flat if it wasn’t for all those f**king hen weekends’

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“YOUNG people aren’t spending all their money on brunch, they’re spending it on ruinously expensive hen and stag weekends organised by arseholes.

“Gone are the days when an acceptable way to say goodbye to single life was a budget night getting utterly shitfaced in the largest nearby city and parading around in a sash being lairy and terrifying weedy men.

“Instead the brides-to-be are now using these events to measure how much of a friend we are based on whether we’re prepared to shell out the price of a second-hand car to accompany them on a weekend-long pageant of rampant narcissism.

“There is no other scenario in which I would pay a small fortune to spend a weekend in Prague or a draughty ‘rustic’ barn in Yorkshire with eleven women I barely know, several of whom I will see naked or vomiting, or both, by the Sunday morning.

“I love my friends, but I think I’d love a south-facing one bedroom flat a lot more.”