Ross Carroll O’Kelly Turns On His Own

We Greystonians are known, of course, for our sense of humour.

Along with our coffee shops. Our lots and lots of coffee shops.

Maybe that’s why the nation’s favourite rugger bugger has turned his half-cocked eye on us this morning with the following exchange appearing in his regular Irish Times column.

I think I mentioned, we’re off to Toronto in August to stay with Claire and that tool she married. I’m there, “I still haven’t decided if I’m definitely going. Travelling all that distance just to hang out with people from Bray.”

“Garret isn’t from Bray, Ross. He’s from Greystones.”

“I call it Braystones. Seriously, one or two nice restaurants and a bit of sea air and they think they’re a cut above the rest of Wicklow. Well, they’re not. They’re sandpeople – nothing more.”

Right, YOU, Ross, OUTSIDE The Happy Pear, 6pm. Bring a scarf. And a cushion. And a small book of poetry.