We Need To Talk About Ross
By (Author) Ross O'Carroll-Kelly
Penguin Books Ltd
Penguin Books Ltd
3rd June 2010
3rd June 2010
United Kingdom
General
Fiction
Parodies and spoofs: non-fiction
823.92
Paperback
272
Width 129mm, Height 198mm, Spine 1mm
145g
'Gloriously, uproariously funny' Irish Times Sportsman. Lover. Bon vivant. Cad. Ross O'Carroll-Kelly is many things to many people. But ten years after he lifted the Leinster Schools Senior Cup, Ireland's most beloved rogue remains one of its most misunderstood figures. His accomplishments on the rugby field - and in the bedroom - remain the stuff of legend, but the truth about him remains hidden by the accretion of myth. Now, for the first time, the lid is lifted on the enigma that is South Dublin's most eligible married man. In more than a hundred interviews with his family and friends - those who've loved him, hated him and slept with him - the first ever composite portrait of the Celtic Tiger's most famous cub emerges. From the mother who didn't want him to the father who wanted him too much, from the friends who shared his misadventures to the women who shared his bed - or, failing that, a back alley or bus shelter - this searingly honest biography fills in all the blanks in the life of the self-styled Cock of Foxrock.
Some day there will be a university course explaining the appeal of Ross O'Carroll-Kelly... Rarely has a character so despicable, so selfish, so self-obsessed and so utterly thick been so loved * Sunday Independent *
Consistently laugh-out-loud funny * Irish Independent *
Essential reading * Irish Daily Mail *
Paul Howard grew up in the 1980s in South Dublin, an area bitterly divided between the haves and the have-yachts. He has been ghost-writing Ross O'Carroll-Kelly's adventures since 1998 and, despite the vast chasm between them in terms of looks, money and pulling power, a kind of friendship has formed. The first time he ever called to the O'Carroll-Kelly home, Ross's mother, Fionnuala told him just to clean the downstairs ones today - and this time do a darned sight better job of getting the bird shit off the one in the vestibule.