Irvine Welsh Quote
— Yuv fucked this one up, ya daft cunt, the man said to him, raising a pint of eighty shillings to his lips.— Eh? What? Boab was surprised again.— You, Boab Coyle. Nae hoose, nae joab, nae burd, nae mates, polis record, sair face, aw in the space ay a few ooirs. Nice one, he winked and toasted Boab with his pint. This angered, but intrigued Boab.— How the fuck dae you ken? Whae the fuckin hell ur you? The man shook his head, — It's ma fuckin buisness tae ken. Ah'm God.
Irvine Welsh
— Yuv fucked this one up, ya daft cunt, the man said to him, raising a pint of eighty shillings to his lips.— Eh? What? Boab was surprised again.— You, Boab Coyle. Nae hoose, nae joab, nae burd, nae mates, polis record, sair face, aw in the space ay a few ooirs. Nice one, he winked and toasted Boab with his pint. This angered, but intrigued Boab.— How the fuck dae you ken? Whae the fuckin hell ur you? The man shook his head, — It's ma fuckin buisness tae ken. Ah'm God.