Matt Whistler is the face of hen parties

What do you get if you cross 30 pirates with ten fairies and 20 bumble bees, 15 naughty nurses, oiled-up strippers and alcohol by the bucketload? Answer: A typical Saturday night in Brighton.

I’ve only ever been to one stag do in London and it was a bunch of random blokes that had previously not known each other, mapping out a route around pubs leaving you at the end of the night needing more blood in your alcohol system. It just seems like forced enjoyment with disastrous outcomes involving conversations where there are no gaps between words and strange shouting, while watching your loyal group pinball themselves from one side of the street to the other.

I do like the buzz in Brighton on a Friday and Saturday night though, it’s in contrast to the rest of the week. After a few comedy costume changes in a photoshoot at the Velvet Goldmine Studio, I packed up my case and was just about to exit the studio when Phil the photographer said in his dry afterthought manner: “Err, Matt, I need you to do something for me now.” Being in a small studio with low lighting, this approach was uncomfortable. It turned out Phil had a grand plan to photo hen parties in the summer and wanted me to be the face of hen parties.

Well, this is obscure promo but not as weird as dressing up as a yoghurt pot and running out of Victoria Station due to a dairy intolerance, as one comedian once told me he did.