A VIRTUAL hen party was so much more enjoyable than the real thing that it was actually enjoyable, attendees have confirmed.
Nikki Hollis was forced neither to drink two gallons of prosecco, snog a nerd, or attempt to pole dance on the socially-distanced occasion and woke the next day without lingering paranoia that she had wanked off a bouncer or pissed in a taxi queue.
She said: “It was so civilised. I drank two normal sized glasses of red wine while having a nice chat, and nobody descended into the kind of grotesque debauchery you’d usually only see in a painting by Hieronymous Bosch.
“We could hear ourselves talk. There were no men grinding up against our arses. Robbie Williams’s Rock DJ went unheard the whole night.
“I was left with a feeling of genuine happiness for the bride-to-be instead of resenting her for forcing me to spend the best part of £300 on humiliating myself and ruining my best top with wept-off mascara and vomit.
“I know the lockdown’s f**king up the economy and everything, but I could do another three years if it means never wearing a hat with a penis on it.”