Friday - the pre hen warm up party, a few could only make Friday evening, lots of fizz was drunk and everybody caught up.

Saturday - PINK Hen Day - everybody turned up on time wearing the New Black - Electric PINK. Ailsa the PINK Hen clucked around getting everybody organised and ferried to the Cherwell Boathouse for a few hours of punting on the river.

Ailsa the PINK Hen was a natural when it came to punting, expertly manoeuvring the punt from it's dock and showing everybody how it's done. The PINK Hens had a great time taking it in turns to punt to the Victoria Arms where more Fizz was sipped, Ailsa's from a PINK Hen glass (of course).

All PINK Hens made it back to the Cherwell boathouse safe and dry (and still PINK!).

Once back at Turner Close, the PINK Hens changed into their PINK evening attire. Ailsa the PINK Hen prepared Sea Breeze cocktails (PINK of course) and opened her compulsory PINK Hen gifts - Nice!

Top prize being Dave the inflatable husband.
And so the games began, we learnt that PINK Hens have interesting pasts! A trampoline instructor, liaisons with Gloria Honeyford to name a couple, the rest will remain within the PINK Hen circle of secrets. We also learnt that Ailsa the PINK Hen had spent time in Sheffield, had a tanned flat stomach and had a PINK cat named Daisy! Oh and knows some guy called Dave.

The venue for dinner was Zizi's the PINK restaurant, where remarkably all the place mats are a life in photos of Ailsa the PINK Hen.

Dinner was eaten, wine drunk (PINK of course) and stories of Ailsa the PINK Hen were shared. Ailsa the PINK Hen kindly gave a gift of a PINK (what else) Willy straw to a fellow hen in another party.

The forfeits were set - Untie a mans shoelace with your teeth, chat up the barman (matter of course for Ailsa the PINK Hen) etc. etc.

And off to the Old Fire Station for fun in the PINK VIP room, where Ailsa the PINK Hen danced her PINK socks off.

All that's left to say is....

"GET IN THE PINK MIXER!"