Trainspotting – Irvine Welsh

They emerge from the stairdoor into the darkness of the deserted street. Some of them move in a jerky, manic way; exuberant and noisy. Others cruise along silently, like ghosts; Continue reading →

Trainspottin – Irvine Welsh

They say you have to live in a place to know it, but you have to come fresh tae it tae really see it. Ah remember walkin along Princes Street Continue reading →

Trainspotting – Irvine Welsh

We met in a pub in Rose Street, which was Begbie’s idea. Only arseholes, wankers and tourists set fit in Rose Street. Page 34, Trainspotting, Irvine Welsh, Secker & Warburg, Continue reading →

Trainspotting – Irvine Welsh

“These burds ur gaun oantay us aboot how fuckin beautiful Edinburgh is, and how lovely the fuckin castle is oan the hill ower the gairdins n aw that shite. That’s aw Continue reading →