‘My year in UCD was the happiest three months of my life’
Ross O’Carroll-Kelly: Impeachment of a student officer? In the Orts Block? No way
“Could they not be, I don’t know, eating stuff while they’re shiteing on? Earwig sandwiches. Bonjella on a cream cracker. Blah, blah, blah.”
Oisinn rubs his two hands together. “I’m looking forward to this,” he goes. And I tell him – yeah, no – I am, too?
The annual Iron Stomach Contest is as much a part of UCD life as wearing your schools rugby jersey for the first 10 weeks of first year and experimenting with your sexuality by getting off with people who didn’t go to fee-paying secondary schools.