Choose a job.
Choose a career.
Choose a family.
Choose a f**king 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 f**king fabrics.
Choose DIY and wondering who the f**k you are on Sunday morning.
Choose sitting on that couch watching mind-numbing, spirit-crushing game shows, stuffing f**king 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 embarrassment to the selfish, f**ked up brats you spawned to replace yourselves.
Choose your future.
.....But why would I want to do a thing like that?
I chose not to choose life. I chose something else. And the reasons? There are no reasons. Who needs reasons when you’ve got heroin?”
That, of course is the opening sequence of 'Trainspotting', Irvine Welsh's novel and Danny Boyle's movie from 1993.
If you've never seen it - here's a link;
Amazingly, at the time, politicians lined up to condemn it as glamourising drugs.
Now recognised as a masterpiece, this week sees the release of a sequel 24 years later.
I can't wait!
Although I am slightly worried that it won't be as good as the original.
A lot has changed since 1993; the start of Britpop - great music, of false optimism and anticipation that the Tories would be kicked out of government once and for all. And that everything would be different.
And now 20+ years later?
I'm guessing/hoping that's what the film will be about.
(a don't stop till you drop production)
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