I bet you didn't have a twenty a side scrummaging contest in a Paris pub!
I'd rather have been in Rome, though, where I gather no-one in the Irish Embassy got to bed at all. Non-stop post-match thrash, then off to St Peter's Square for the Sunday mass audience with heads throbbing, then high time to slip off for several hairs of the canine. What a life!?!
Rome sounds like a right laugh! I am looking forward to celebrating another Scottish wooden spoon in Italy next year!