Irvine Welsh - The Acid House (epub) - dokument [*.epub] Table of Contents 15 PISH THE ACID HOUSE Irvine Welsh is the author of seven works of fiction. Trainspotting. Home · Trainspotting Author: Irvine Welsh Start by pressing the button below! Report copyright / DMCA form · DOWNLOAD EPUB. Irvine Welsh was born in Edinburgh, Scotland, the scene of his first book: the hugely successful Trainspotting. That book shot Welsh to fame, precipitated further.
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It has been optioned by producer Simon Brooks, producer of Love, Rosie. He looked at the pints and said softly, shaking his head: Two fuckin grands' worth of a problem.
Ain't him that's the problem, innit. It's you, his extended digit rigidly pointed at me, - and me, he said, drumming his finger heavily on his chest. We can forget that dough, Jock. I let his words play around inside my head, checking and double-checking their implication, an implication in reality I had instantly recognised. Gary took in a deep breath. It was strange that he was now so calm and reasoned, compared to his uptight state over the meal.
Teach him a fucking lesson. Teach him a little bit of respect, innit. How he proposed we did that, Gary made crystal clear. We would get tooled up and take a drive to Whitworth's flat in Haggerston. Then we would knock seven types of shite out of him on his doorstep and issue a deadline for the repayment of the money owed to us. I pondered this strategy. Certainly, there was no chance of resolving this matter legally.
Moral and emotional pressure had failed to prove fruitful, and, Gary was right, had actually compromised our credibility. It was our money, and Whitworth had been given every opportunity to repay us. But I was scared. We were about to open an ugly Pandora's box and I felt that events were spinning out of my control. I had visions of the Scrubs, or worse, concrete slippers and a dip in the Thames, or some variation on the cliche, amounting in reality to much the same thing.
Whitworth himself would be no problem, he was all flash; mouthy, but not a man of violence. The issue was: We'd soon find out. I had to go along with this.
Either way I couldn't win. If I didn't go ahead I'd lose credibility with Gary, and I needed him more than he needed me.
More importantly, someone would have my money and I'd be left skint and consumed with self-hatred for having capitulated so tamely. All you fucking Jocks, all fucking crazy! We'll show that cunt Whitworth just who he's fucking abaht wiff here. I asked, feeling a bit nauseous with excitement and anxiety. Gary shrugged and raised an eyebrow. I gasped. It was broad daylight. I'll call for you at eight with a motor. I had been feeling big vibes of anxiety about Gary's unstable behaviour lately.
More than enough, innit, he said, throwing back his pint and rising. You should go too. You don't wanna be knocking back too much of the Jonathan Ross, he pointed at my glass. I watched him lumber away purposefully, pausing only to wave at old Gerry O'Hagan at the bar.
I left shortly after, taking Gal's advice about the sauce consumption. I went up to the sports store in Dalston and downloadd a baseball bat.
I thought about downloading a ski mask, but that would be too obvious, so I went to me Army and Navy and got a balaclava. I sat in my gaff, unable for a while to look at the downloads. Then I picked up the bat and began swinging it through the air.
I pulled the mattress off my bed and stuck it against the wall. I thrashed at it with the bat, checking swing, stance and balance. The anxiety flowed from me as I swiped, lunged and snarled like a maniac. It was not long in returning. It had gone eight and I thought that Gary may have had a bout of sanity and called the whole thing off, perhaps after Marge tippled that something was up and got on his case. I didn't even go to the window. I just picked up the balaclava and the bat and went downstairs.
My grip on the weapon now felt weak and insipid. I climbed into the passenger seat. Even after he'd spoken, his face remained frozen in that strange smile, like a bizarre Halloween mask. I feared that he'd produce a knife.
My heart stopped when, from under the seat, he pulled out a sawn-off shotgun. No fuckin way.
I moved to get out of the car. His hand fell on my arm. Ain't fucking loaded, is it? You know me, Jock, for fuck sakes. Shooters ain't my fucking scene, never have been. Credit me wiff a little bit bleedin sense, innit. You think I'm fucking daft? Do it this way, we don't need no violence. No aggravation, nobody gets hurt.
A geezer inside told me; people change when you point a gun at them. The way I see it is: We ain't bothered about hurting the cunt; we just want the dough. If you get carried away wiff that bat, you might make im into a bleedin cabbage.
Then we got no money and a berth in the bleedin Scrubs. We terrorise him, we show him this - he waved the shooter, which now seemed like a pathetic toy, - and he's shiting pound notes at us. I had to concede that it sounded so much simpler Gary's way.
Scaring Whitworth was preferable to doing him over. Smash the cunt up and he'd possibly get a team together for revenge. If you scared the shit out of him with a shooter, the chances were that he'd know not to fuck with you. We knew the gun wasn't loaded, Whitworth didn't. Who would take the risk? Whitworth's flat was on the ground floor of a s systems-built maisonette block in a small council estate off the Queensbridge Road.
It was dark, though not pitch black, as we parked the car a few yards from his front door. I debated whether or not to put on the balaclava, then decided against it. Gary had no mask, and besides, we wanted Tony Whitworth to see who was pointing the gun. Instead I concealed the bat under my long coat as we stepped out the car.
I pressed the buzzer. A hall light clicked on, shining through the gap at the top of the door. Gary stuck his hand inside his coat. The door opened and a boy of about eight years old, wearing an Arsenal tracksuit, stood warily before us. Gary asked. I hadn't bargained for this. I'd made Whitworth into a cartoon figure, a mouthy ponce-spiv stereotype, in order to justify what we were going to do to him.
I'd never imagined him as a real person, with kids, people who depended on him, probably even loved him. I tried to make a signal to Gary that this was not the time or place, but the young boy had vanished back into the house and was almost simultaneously replaced in the doorway by Whitworth. He wore a white t-shirt and jeans, and a beaming smile across his face. I've got somefink for ya, if. The side of his face seemed to crinkle up as if he was having some kind of stroke.
Gary had whipped out the shooter and was pointing it straight at him. There was a shuddering bang and Whitworth seemed to vanish into the house. For an instant, it was like some kind of theatrical illusion, as if he was never mere.
In that split-second I thought I'd been the victim of an orchestrated wind-up between Gal and Tony Whitworth. I even started laughing. Then I looked into the lobby. Tony Whitworth's convulsing body lay there.She drives her Dublin staff to exhaustion, and Colleen becomes a smashing success. I'd never imagined him as a real person, with kids, people who depended on him, probably even loved him.
However, when viewing the information for her Match, the picture of another young man - Ky Markham, an acquaintance outcast at her school - is flashed across the screen. Marge shook her head and dropped her voice.
In that split-second I thought I'd been the victim of an orchestrated wind-up between Gal and Tony Whitworth. You'd've done the same, Jock, don't fucking tell me otherwise cause you're a liar; if it was your bleedin kid, you'd've done the same. If I didn't go ahead I'd lose credibility with Gary, and I needed him more than he needed me. Seizing the opportunity, Lisa sprang from the table and left the room.