Trainspotting ############# In this realistic walkthrough of a drugabuser's everyday, we meet: Renton, Spud, Sick Boy, Tommy, Diane and the violent Begbie. Renton has decided to take the big step back to the real world. The fresh, Irish humor and the way Irvine Welsh has imagined (or seen) what it means to take the final hit. There is no final hit. Like Lord of The Rings you can sum up the book in a poem, so here we go:
Choose life. Choose a job. Choose a career. Choose a family. Choose a fucking big television, choose washing machines, cars, compact disc players and electrical tin openers. Choose good health, low cholesterol, and dental insurance. Choose fixed interest mortgage repayments. Choose a starter home. Choose your friends. Choose leisurewear and matching luggage. Choose a three-piece suite on hire purchase in a range of fucking fabrics. Choose DIY and wondering who the fuck you are on a Sunday morning. Choose sitting on that couch watching mind-numbing, spirit-crushing game shows, stuffing fucking junk food into your mouth. Choose rotting away at the end of it all, pishing your last in a miserable home, nothing more than an embarrasment to the selfish, fucked up brats you spawned to replace yourself. Choose your future.
Choose life.