Dear Log,
«First he [Trainspotting author Irvine Welsh] knew of it, he sauntered into one of the old Edinburgh dives to see a few old mates, expecting to find the place as he'd left it, the punters all popping Es and bopping around in a sweat haze, and found himself the only man with his clothes on in the middle of some kind of huge, gonzo sex orgy.[...]
All the old clubs are now sex clubs. You don't go back to your place for more drugs and loud noises any more, you go back to your place to get your kit off, shag everyone in sight, film everyone shagging everyone in sight, then sit about watching the film of you shagging everyone in sight from your last night out. [...]Porn, he says, is like karaoke.»
"Welsh's new novel, Porno, is not for the squeamish, but then neither is reality."
