Last Saturday night I discovered I really don't "do" pubs anymore. Well, not pubs the younger generation frequent anyway. I don't mind going to the pub for a meal with the fammo, but to be honest, my days of going out on the lash are well and truly over. This particular night was my friend's hen night. For those of you who aren't UK and don't know what a hen night is, it's a night out for the bride-to-be, usually the week before the wedding (or even a weekend break away), with all her...