“It’s just an instant gut reaction”, sang Jamiroqaui. When it comes to potent shots of alcohol, we couldn’t put it any better. All too often, it’s the tipping point of the evening. That moment when your face takes a few seconds to catch up with the Armageddon going in inside you as a shot of local poison you’d never heard of until thirty seconds earlier introduces itself to your liver with all the subtlety of a nuclear missile.
Putting a smile on the faces of locals during your Stag weekend requires very little effort, and it makes all the difference to those pulling your pints…
When the writer of this blog took his first tentative steps in the Stag and Hen industry back in 2004, an email from a bespoke-events outfit in the Baltics…