Trainspotting is the first novel by Scottish writer Irvine Welsh. It is written in the form of short chapters narrated in the first person by various residents of Leith, Edinburgh, who either use heroin, are friends of the core group of heroin users, or engage in destructive activities that are implicitly portrayed as addictions that serve the same function as heroin addiction. The novel is set in the late 1980s and has been called "The voice of punk, grown up, grown wiser and grown eloquent".
Ma boys don't live as close tae the surface as maist people's. When it came, ah savoured the hit. Ali wis right. Take yir best orgasm, multiply the feeling by twenty, and you're still fuckin miles off the pace. Ma dry, cracking bones are soothed and liquefied by ma beautiful heroine's tender caresses. The earth moved, and is still moving. Alison is telling us that ah should go and see Kelly, who's apparently been really depressed since she hud the abortion. Although her tone's no really judgemental, she talks as if ah hud something tae dae wi Kelly's pregnancy n its subsequent termination.
-How should ah go n see her? It's goat nowt tae dae wi me, ah sais defensively.
-Yir her friend, ur ye no?
Ah'm tempted tae quote Johnny n say that we wir aw acquaintances now. It sounds good in ma heid: 'We are all acquaintances now'. It seems tae go beyond our personal junk circumstances; a brilliant metaphor for our times. Ah resist the temptation. Instead ah content masel wi making the point that we wir aw Kelly's friends, and questioning why ah should be singled oot fir visiting duties.
-Fuck sake Mark. Ye ken she's really intae ye.
Kelly? Away tae fuck! ah say, surprised, intrigued, and mair than a wee bit embarrassed. If it is true ah'm a blind and stupid arsehole.
-Course she is. She's telt us tons ay times. She's eywis oan aboot ye. It's Mark this, Mark that.
Hardly anybody calls us Mark. It's usually Rents, or worse, the Rent Boy....