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.
‘Auld Ross is a bit of a ‘love him or hate him’ character. It probably helps if you have encountered a similar type in real life (and it’s hard not to if you live in Dublin or went/go to UCD) – then Ross’ delusions are entertainingly familiar. But if you don’t know what ‘morketing’ is or the words ‘Kielys’ and ‘Anabels’ are just girls names to you, then you may not get the joke. Roysh?’
‘Written phonetically in the voice of a south Dublin native, the text is littered with teenage slang, inappropriate language and a politically incorrect attitude fuelled by copious drinking.’
Irish Farmers Monthly
‘This guy is so hilariously arrogant, obnoxious and clueless that you have to laugh rather than hate. It makes you glad you are slightly normal.’
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
'This book would make an excellent stocking filler -- and a great way to pass a St Stephens Day afternoon.'
'Howard’s crackerbarrel of laughs rides again, if you can stand it.'
'The Ross O'Carroll Kelly books are pretty much a cultural phenomenon. In the best tradition of Catcher in the Rye, Huckleberry Finn and closer to home A Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man they follow a callow youth taking and making the difficult journey into adulthood.'