Porno.

                                                  
    Lager! Lager!Lager! And lots of swearing!
    Porno is the sequal to Trainspotting. You may have seen the Danny Boyle movie, about a bunch of scots junkies and psychos on their merry ride to self-destruction. The story picks up ten years later, with the porn industry, rather than the drugs industry, as the main theme. The paths of Sick Boy, Renton, Spud and Begbie intertwine with characters from Welsh's other novels as Sick Boy makes a bid for wealth and glory by making a porn film in the upstairs room of the pub he runs in Lieth.
     I love the very dark humour of Welsh's books. It seems to be a very scottish thing. Frankie Boyle drinks from the same well. When I read something so twisted, yet so funny, that I think "What the FUCK...?", I also think "Wish I'd written that".
     Welsh is also great at writing in dialect;
    "Bit ah'm fuckin gaun past thair now n ah'm fuckin lookin at the young cunts n ye can hear thir voices startin tae fuckin well droap cause aye, ah'm lookin at thaim awright. Bit a shark disnae bother chasin fuckin minnows cause that's no gonnae fuckin well satisfy. Aye but they wee cunts are smellin fear awright n thir lookin shocked cause it's thir fuckin ain." Frank Begbie, psycho about town.
    When I got this book out of the library years ago I didnt leave it lying about. The picture above was on the cover.