Choose us. Choose life. Choose mortgage payments; choose washing machines; choose cars; choose sitting on a couch watching mind-numbing and spirit-crushing game shows, stuffing fuckin junk food intae yir mooth. Choose rotting away, pishing and shiteing yersel in a home, a total fuckin embarrassment tae the selfish, fucked-up brats ye've produced. Choose life.
July 11, 1994
About the author
Irvine Welsh is the author of eight previous novels and four books of shorter fiction. He currently lives in Chicago.
"The voice of punk, grown up, grown wiser and grown eloquent" Sunday Times "The best book ever written by man or woman... Deserves to sell more copies than the bible" Rebel Inc "Welsh writes with a skill, wit and compassion that amounts to genius. He is the best thing that has happened to British writing for decades" Sunday Times "An unremitting powerhouse of a novel that marked the arrival of a major new talent... Loud with laughter in the dark, this novel is the real McCoy" Herald "A novel perpetually in a starburst of verbal energy - a vernacular spectacular... The stories we hear are retched from the gullet" Scotland on Sunday