' Our nation's great satirist the most sustained feat of comic writing in Irish literature' Irish Times It's the end of the world as Ross knows it this time there's no way of escaping another monumental fock-up! Sorcha had thrown me out of the family home
- this time apparently for good & yet that was the least of my worries My old dear was in prison accused of murdering her second husband My sons were showing an unhealthy interest in
- someone call social services
- soccer! & my daughter wanted everyone to call her Eddie But don't even go there! On top of all that a blond wig discovered in a dusty attic had given my old man delusions of power Suddenly he was running for election promising to tear up the bailout deal & take Ireland out of Europe & that's to say nothing of his secret plan for Ireland's second city But shush! Don't mention the wall!