So there I was, roysh, twenty-three years of age, still, like, gorgeous and rich, living off my legend as a schools rugby player, scoring the birds, being the man, when all of a sudden, roysh, life becomes a total mare. I don't have a Betty Blue what's wrong, but I can't eat, can't sleep, I don't even want to do the old beast with two backs, which means a major problem, and we're talking big time here. Normally my head is so full of, like thoughts, but now I'm down to just one: Sorcha, I'm playing it Kool and the Gang, but this is basically scary. I mean, I'm Ross O'Carroll-Kelly, for fock's sake, I don't do love.
With a new introduction by Paul Howard, Ross's representative on, loike, earth.
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Read him and weep, and pray your children never end up living or sounding like him. ... Not an exact reproduction of Dublin life, but a very funny one.
" - The Irish Times
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'This book would make an excellent stocking filler -- and a great way to pass a St Stephens Day afternoon.'
" - Evening Echo
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'Howard’s crackerbarrel of laughs rides again, if you can stand it.'
" - Books Ireland
