The old man takes his truth bus to UCD’s snowflakes
Ross O’Carroll-Kelly: I’m, like: ‘You’re not going to drive around Belfield bellowing insanely at passers-by?’
“Charles O’Carroll-Kelly isn’t about to be silenced by a bunch of teenagers who’ve been brought up to believe that they don’t have to listen to the opinions of others!”
So it’s, like, the middle of the afternoon when the old man rings. He asks me if I’m at home, then he tells me to come outside because he has a little surprise waiting for me. The surprise ends up being – quite literally – a white Transit van. The old man is sitting in the front passenger seat, with the famous K... K... K... K... Kennet at the wheel and Hennessy wedged in between them, sucking on a cigor as long as – it sickens me to say it – the Blackrock College senior cup roll of honour.
I’m like, “What the fock is this?” the same question that everyone on the Vico Road will be asking right now.