Follow the willy!

Women on hen nights are always a phenomenon worth seeing. No matter if it's gonna be a straight or a gay marriage the circumstances are the same corny. Cheesy and usually pink outfits accompanied by wide range of sex toys bring a peculiar vibe. A few days ago I saw some women in Soho celebrating a hen night. One of them had a large pink penis in her hand. Apparently it was a lash and any bypasser was welcome to whip her bottom up with it. There was much rejoicing. Hen nights originating from sexual revolution of the 60s and fully exercising gender equality surely could be fun. At least as long as its participants don't get too wasted...

Once, when in Granada, I saw a future bride riding a donkey (burro taxi) which actually might be a nice reminiscence of an ancient tradition.

Another night I met a large girly squad wondering through the streets of West End on a hen night mission. They seemed to be a little lost. There was a moment of confusion and then one of them rose her hand high, wielding one of those little-prick-ended sipping straws, to indicate direction and shouted: "Ladies, follow the willy!"