Welsh comes clean
Truly, this is a daft situation. Here I am in the Four Seasons Hotel in Dublin, trying to persuade Irvine Welsh to swear.
Truly, this is a daft situation. Here I am in the Four Seasons Hotel in Dublin, trying to persuade Irvine Welsh to swear. For the guts of an hour, not so much as a dangerously juicy adjective has passed the lips of the Trainspotting author, resplendent before me in a Holy Rood logo-adorned speckled greyish hoodie and beige trousers, all boiled egg head, sparky eyes and elfish ears.
Frankly, I have begun to worry. Research...
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