REX FEATURES
Oh thoughts… I HAVE MANY.
First of all, this book was brilliant. In the kind of breathtaking, awe-struck way books can be when you least expect it. Like, this is one of those reads that really rewards you for staying with it until the end… where it may have lulled you into a false sense of security, then nek minit you’re sat there, jaw on the ground, looking around going “what just happened?”.
I didn’t promise an easy read this month (in fact, quite the opposite), but apart from some of the scene content, I didn’t find it too difficult at all. I know the Scots dialect written like that can be a bit of an eye-waterer, but I’ve read enough about the language to have kept up with no trouble. In fact, it made me laugh more than anything, it’s SO evocative. You can hear it exactly in your head as it’s written, and it’s rad.
Of course I watched the movie too, one can absolutely never have too much Jonny Lee Miller (except perhaps Angelina Jolie), and the opening credits will whack you right back to 1996. It’s almost enough to make you jump off the couch and find some tencel jeans and prob make out with a guy in a full Umbro kit.
Rents was obviously my favourite (a young Ewan McGregor doesn’t go astray either let me tell you), and I love how after the first 2/3 of the book where it’s just an absolute fucked-up shitfight, you realise he’s an intelligent fella and has a lot to say about how he got where he was, and insight into what a tragedy being a junkie really is.
I don’t know if you saw my IG photo of where I’d marked all the places I wanted to talk about, but it’s comprehensive!
First quote cab off the rank:
The problem is that this shite’s intent oan hoarding trivial grievances, like the fat-chopped malignant squirrel that he is
MALIGNANT SQUIRREL? I died laughing.
“The Simple Minds huv been pure shite since they jumped on the committed, passion-rock bandwagon of u2. Ah’ve never trusted them since they left their pomp-rock roots and started aw this patently insincere political-wi-a-very-small-p stuff. Ah loved the early stuff, but ever since New Gold Dream thuv been garbage.”
He just shrugs his shoulders and concedes the point, although his mind is racing with the notion that Kerr has always been one step behind his guru, Peter Gabriel and that since Live Aid, it’s become fashionable for rock stars to want to be seen as nice guys. However, he keeps this to himself.
Ah thought ah wis bad wi drugs, but the mess some cunts make ay thir lives wi love!
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