Leaving O'Sullivans bar in Paris on the Friday night before the Ireland game full as an egg to walk the 4 miles across the city back to my hotel. To this day I can't understand how I found my way back to the hotel, I remember thinking I was in Dublin and trying to figure out how to get to Rathmines. I met some amount of dodgy blokes and how I wasn't attacked or mugged I'll never know, got some great pictures on my camera though to piece the night together. The problem all started because of the queue for the drinks requiring three to be bought in one go and one drank by the time you got your change back. Happy memories though!
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