Jonty MacKay tries to make love to a corpse, momentarily put off when gas belches out from her mouth, followed by a fly. But Jonty isn’t even the most sexually addicted character in Irvine Welsh’s latest lascivious look at Edinburgh lowlife. Corkscrew-haired, tracksuit-wearing taxi driver “Juice” Terry Lawson is obsessed with it, always on the hunt for a “fit burd” to take back to his “shaggin pad”. Right from the very first chapter, where Juice Terry not only offers a Donald Trump-style American businessman “any nook and cranny” but performs a disgracefully off-colour eulogy at a funeral – before bedding one of the mourners – this is Welsh in classic provocateur mode.
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