(...) has to go, “Yeah, BGT is Britain’s Got Talent, Ross. The actual acronym is LGBTQ.” I’m like, “Well(...)

(...) open-minded of you at last.” She’s there, “A lot of married couples do it, Ross. Life is, like, so(...)

“Oh, the chap has his critics,” he goes. “Alleging this, that and the other. But I always say to people, ‘Do you know the real reason why he’s such a bloody titan when it comes to business? Look at his hair, for heaven’s sakes!

(...).” I’m like, “I need to talk to you.” He goes, “What is it, Ross? You seem upset about something(...)

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(...), ‘Ross will have a take on this. Something suitably satiric, no doubt – you see see if he doesn’t!’” I(...)

(...) head out and goes, “Hello, Sorcha. Hello, Ross. I’ll see you now.” Sorcha goes, “We’d prefer to have(...)

(...) held onto a grudge as enthusiastically as a South Dublin girl.Sorcha’s there, “Get dressed, Ross. They(...)

(...) rugby idiots and a complete tool.”Out of the side of her mouth, Sorcha goes, “Ross, go and bring the cor(...)

(...), “Ross, what’s wrong?”“Okay,” I go, “I was remembering the day we stood outside your gaff and watched(...)

(...) went, “and how to conduct yourselves generally. If there were more Ross O’Carroll-Kellys in this world(...)

(...) took the action we did, Ross, because good people – I call them People Like Us – are being forced out(...)