Lads weekend in Riga, Latvia: A bloody lucky escape

​It’s 5am and I’ve just got off the phone to the hotel receptionist, who assures me the paramedics are on the way. I look over at Rory, his hands are red, there’s blood all over the bed, walls and carpet. Jimmy is sitting upright on the stained mattress, completely oblivious to the fact he’d just… Continue reading Lads weekend in Riga, Latvia: A bloody lucky escape