I find Ronan in a slaughterhouse on Saint Morgaret’s Road, beating up the corcass of a cow, which is hanging from the ceiling by a chain. Apparently, (...)

I’m there, “We could just leave her here. She wouldn’t know her way back to the Vico Road. Hopefully, they’ll just deport her.” Sorcha considers this for a surprising length of time, then goes, “No, let’s go and get her.”

(...)’s not getting anything.” I’m there, “Sorcha, think about what you’re saying.” “Ross, we’re only(...)

(...) hypothermia. I’m going to report you for this.” Sorcha’s like, “Ross, are you going to say something, or are(...)

(...) (See also - Feature: How Ross O'Carroll-Kelly was born) It’s here. A day I thought would never(...)

I was sitting in Kielys of Donnybrook Town recently with my famous tactics book in front of me, scribbling down a few thoughts I had about the beautif(...)

(...) stands rooted to the spot, her head going from side to side, just sobbing. She goes, “Where is she, Ross(...)

Castle Durrow,” she goes. “It’s what they call five-stor hoteling.” Sorcha’s there, “Ross, speak to(...)

The old man is holding court in the middle of the No 27 bor – out of his bin, of course – going, “More Champagne . . . Judge, you’ll have another g(...)

I ask Honor to check my text messages, because it’s one thing I never do while I’m driving – and anyway I’m only two points away from losing my lic(...)

(...) ends up being Helen – as in, my old man’s second wife? “Ross,” she goes, “it’s about your father(...)