“This isn’t actually the worst hen do I’ve ever been on,” says Bernadette, mother of the bride, midway through the third episode of the BBC’s six-part comedy Henpocalypse.
Given that, at this stage in the proceedings, a deadly disease has swept the country overnight, trapping the bridal party in a remote Welsh cottage for two months surviving off nothing but cold tinned soup, dead owls and snorting instant coffee granules, you can only wonder what the others were like.
