So there I was, roysh, twenty-three years of age, still, like, gorgeous
and rich, living off my legend as a schools rugby player, scoring the
birds, being the man, when all of a sudden, roysh, life becomes a total
mare. I don't have a Betty Blue what's wrong, but I can't eat, can't
sleep, I don't even want to do the old beast with two backs, which means
a major problem, and we're talking big time here. Normally my head is so
full of, like thoughts, but now I'm down to just one: Sorcha, I'm
playing it Kool and the Gang, but this is basically scary. I mean, I'm
Ross O'Carroll-Kelly, for fock's sake, I don't do love.
With a new introduction by Paul Howard, Ross's representative on,
loike, earth.