No mum should be seen dead at a hen do

I’ve been to more than a few hen parties in my time. I’ve done the tried-and-tested EasyJet circuit between London and Berlin, Croatia and Krakow more times than I can count, obediently lugging a carry-on suitcase behind a bride-to-be who has already sunk several drinks at the airport Wetherspoons.

But as I enter my mid-thirties, I’ve begun to think that hen dos – and wedding culture as a whole – have become less about a celebration of love, and more about fulfilling an expensive and seemingly endless list of social obligations, none of which anybody has actually signed up for.

Take, for instance, the latest celebrity and parent-in-law row involving influencer Holly Ramsay – daughter of Gordon Ramsay – and her engagement to Olympic swimmer Adam Peaty. The pair’s upcoming nuptials h