Wherein our hero is appointed rugby coach of Pres. Bray in their campaign to win the Leinster Cup. And there’s more besides, as the ever-expanding extended family of Ross becomes involved in various mad adventures. The Da is Taoiseach in waiting, the triplets sow mayhem while attracting medical misfortune, and teenage horror Honor courts fame as a leading light of Climate Change. Ross remains Ross. Weirdly lovable and filter free, his first person narrative is well larded with all those things one daren’t say or think. Howard neatly juggles the plotlines and even allows for love and emotion to intrude. Ross forms an unlikely attachment to Bray and the rugger descriptions are pure Roy of the Rovers stuff (he’d hate that analogy). It’s a laugh a minute with hilarious scenarios and one liners. There’s often a guilty edge to the laughter. While the foibles of the fabulously well to do are roundly slagged, Howard’s range runs wider. There are digs a-plenty for media, political and blue collar pretensions, while the statistic spewing bores of climate action get an overdue comeuppance. Of course, Howard, as Ross, can say just about anything.