Hen nights

Mycroft was fascinated to be out in a northern city in Australia....there were numerous 'Hen' groups out on the town.  Curiously, there seemed to be no 'Buck' parties.  Perhaps they just are not visible.  The Hen nights were hard to miss as the groups were all dressed in costume (the same costume for each member) or at least in identical t shirts.  The bride to be was usually identified by a sash (saying 'bride to be') or a veil with (in some cases) condoms stuck to it (in packets, thankfully).  Carrying giant inflatable penises around the streets was also a popular part of the routine.  There was also an odd trend demonstrated by a couple of groups where the women had writing on themselves, apparently written with a felt pen.  One hopes it comes off in time for work on Monday.

A big Saturday night in this town is also incomplete without queuing for a taxi and yelling witticisms at those which fail to stop.  "Wanker" seemed a popular term of endearment.  I must admit it did seem to encourage one or two vehicles to actually come to a stop and take on passengers.  Drunken arguments with bouncers, cabbies, police etc all seem to be an important part of the end of the evening.  Mycroft dodged it all and safely returned to his hotel where a seemingly unhinged young woman was running around locking all the doors providing access to the public areas of the hotel (such as the lobby).  Meanwhile, crowds of bogans surged around her yelling something like "arrgh".  Never a dull moment around these parts.