To compliment the article on my bathroom wall that Ails sent me this time last year.

Ya just gotta love a bit of Ross O'Carroll Kelly once in a while, really does remind me of UCD and of Grace O'H taking the mick in school!

I bring you...The Legend Prince of D4

Roysh, this is the story all about howMy Golf GTI almost got nicked, turned inside out.And I'd loike to take a minute, we'll have a talk,I'll tell you how I became the Prince of a school called Blackrock.
Take it away Ross..

In west Glenageary, born and raised,On the rugby pitch is where I spent most of my days...Chillaxing, abbreviating, looking all cool,Wearing my Polo Sport in and out of school.
When a couple of knackers who were up to no good,Started wearing shellsuits in my neighbourhood.They tried to start a fight, I got a bit of a shock,I said "I'm moving with my rugger-bugger mates to Blackrock!"The old dear begged and pleaded with me, day after dayBut I packed my pink polos and went on my way.She gave me a ki ss and then a Dorsh ticket.I put some Snoop Dogg on and said I might as well kick it!I whistled for a jo-maxi and when it came near,The licence plate said Limerick and had dice on the mirror.If anything I'd say I'd rather walk,But I said WHATEVER!, roysh, home to Blackrock!!!I pulled up to the school around 7 or 8I yelled to the skobbie driver "yeah thanks loser, later!"Looked at all the Dubes - couldn't ask for more,I sat on my throne, the (Legend) Prince of D4.