Nights Out

Review: breaking dad

Growing up on the Southside, attending a private fee paying school and living in what can be described as an affluent area,  I am the epitome of what Paul Howard’s creation, Ross O’Carroll-Kelly was.  
You probably think I’m loaded, have a rich ‘Daddy’ and live in a mansion with a swimming pool (someone did actually say that to me once).  While I may have attended a private school and lived in Blackrock, that’s where the comparisons ended. I’m not loaded, I’m a broke, severely broke. I have the box bedroom, my younger brother got the bigger room because I might be a tad messy perhaps, so it’s been told once or twice.  
This said, I am an unashamed Ross-meister General Fan. I’ve read the books, the weekly columns, I’ve even got O’Carroll-Kelly’s Guide to (South) Dublin: How To Get By On, Like, €10,000 A Day. I’ve yet to meet Paul Howard, the time I was meant, I was sick, but he, I mean Ross told me to feel better. Life made.
As he takes to the stage for the third time, Ross O’Carroll-Kelly is alive and kicking, although perhaps not on the rugby pitch. Heading along to the show with my boyfriend I was like a child at Christmas. A large overgrown child, who was desperate to dig her out her dubes, whack the aul ponytail up and crank up my dorsh accent.
 In this latest phase of the Castleknock heartthrobs life, Ross’s ‘dorling’ daughter is a fully fledged teenager, and, after a night out in popular Southside nightclub Wezz , she brings home a young potential suitor. Traolach Blennerhasset , youth on his side, devilishly good looks, a hit with the ladies, rugby remind you of anyone? 
Poor Ross gets a reality check when life imitates art and Honour (his daughter) has essentially brought home a mini version of her old man.
A Ross gets to know what could, potentially be his future son-in-law , perish the thought, it seems the apple may not fall so far from the tree. 
As it’s revealed that Traolach never knew his father, and was raised single-handedly by his old dear. Have Ross’s past conquests suddenly caught up with him? As he battles with the knowledge, that he could potentially have spawned himself, the timing is fairly woeful (should’ve got off at Sydney parade) as wife Sorcha is busy trying to become President of Ireland.
The cast are faultless, Rory Nolan is the loveable Ross, with Lisa Lambe as the long-suffering Sorcha, wife to Ross and mother to Honour, Ross’s daughter Honor. Honor O’Carroll Kelly, encompassed so beautifully by Caoimhe O’Malley, offspring of a golden couple. For me, she delivered one of the many standout lines “Dad, you might wanna call Ticketmaster? “Why?” “Because I don’t give a f*ck have just added five more dates”.
 My own Dad had a good laugh at that one! Laurence Kinlan , fresh from a successful series of Love/Hate makes the role of Ronan, Ross’s Northside son, his own. 
There’s even a few cheeky references to the Stuart Carolan’s series thrown in, a nice gesture it has to be said. Gavin Drea assumes Traolach, love interest to Honor and possibly Ross’s third child, and finally Philip O’Sullivan is the great COCK himself, Charles O’Carroll-Kelly I mean.
From the minute we sat down it was laugh a minute, my sides physically hurt from laughing so much. At times, I did wonder was it a little too close to home for me? 
Was I really like Honor growing up? Minus the looks and the male attention. That stroppy teenage attitude and that southside accent? I’m sure the cracks in the doors at home will testify to more than a few teenage strops.
As I left the Gaiety in high spirits I took pleasure in cranking up the accent. Loike OMG it was like totes amazeballs, didn’t you loike think so bbz? Boyfriend was having none of it, and whatever Princess idea I had concocted in my head was swiftly gone as he put an end to my D4 esque mannerisms.
Praise to Ross, the cast and crew and especially Paul Howard, you loike totes rock my world (Southside world that is).