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.
When in Ireland in the summer of 2005 some friends recommended this book. I picked it up and read it on a plane in nearly one sitting. I laughed so hard that I had tears running down my face and my sides hurt. A lot of this humour works if you are familiar with Dublin, and the stereotypes in the city, but I would also recommend it to anyone who's got married (or plans to) in the 'modern day'. One word sums up this book - hillarious.
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