It's 11:24am and day two of Sinead's hereto disastrous hen party. Hungover at bottomless brunch after several unfulfilling rickshaw rides and a gruelling night at Clapham's should-be-closed-down nightclub Inferno's, the six hens begin crisis talks in the ladies toilets. Tensions are bubbling in the group, leaving the atmosphere significantly more carbonated than the lukewarm prosecco on offer. The gloves are off, the ballsack headbands are out and someone has been in the end cubicle for far too long. Expect gossiping, vomiting, penis pasta and Katie Price... not necessarily in that order. 'Undoubtedly comedic' **** (Intermission).