Ross O’Carroll-Kelly: Welcome to the horsh realities of the free morket, Honor goes
So yeah, no I walk into the dining room to be confronted by a sight I never thought Id see. My five-year-old triplets are playing cords with my old man, each with a lorge brandy in front of him and a cigor long enough to inseminate a whale wedged between their tiny fingers.
Im like, What the fock is going on here?