So the big day is getting nearer and nearer - so that means only one thing. Last weekend it was time for my hen! Cluck, cluck… Being one never to miss out on the opportunity to plan something… I maaaay have suggested to my bridesmaids what we do. Sticking to the classic 'one night only' hen-do-in-the-city format: bowling, karaoke, dinner, club on a Saturday night. Well, you know it works. However as the Boy was off on a four-day stagathon in the countryside, we kicked off on Friday with a bridesmaids dinner at my flat - which I used as an excuse to ramp up the tat-ometer with bridesmaids sashes, willy straws and assorted accessories from Hen Night HQ (http://www.hennighthq.co.uk/) The next morning, and with a rather sorer head than planned, we were off to the East End of London to rendez-vous with a Bloody Mary at Big Chill Bar (http://www.bigchill.net/). It was my turn to be tatted-up with veil, sash, badge and more. Plus (after the success of the Wills and Kate masks at the Royal Wedding) my bridesmaids had masks printed of my face (pictured), with a special edition one of Pete's face for me. It was rather freaky seeing my face… everywhere. Bowling at All Star Lanes on Brick Lane (http://www.allstarlanes.co.uk/) was followed by karaoke in one of their booths and then Pimms on the roof of the Queen of Hoxton (http://www.thequeenofhoxton.co.uk/) in the sunshine. After than it was off to a beach, well, a little slice of urban beach in, er, a former car park just off Old Street. The Summerhouse (http://disappearingdiningclub.co.uk/summerhouse.html) is an outdoor private dining table (with a snug little English seaside beach hut to retreat into when it got too chilly). After being greeted by a glass of Grey Goose fizz, the lovely Martha ran us through the sharing-style rustic menu for the evening: a selection of pâtés and rillettes smeared on French toast was followed by warmed Shoreditch-smoked salmon with potato salad and green beans and Eton Mess. Yum. The obligatory game of Mr and Mrs later (in which I failed miserably, and was drinking-fined terribly) and we were off into the night to the Book Club (http://www.wearetbc.com/) across the road with the words 'There's only one weekend left now to your wedding!' ringing in my ears. Aah!