I still choose life
ya que apareció hoy en el tiempo, como que me acordé que tengo que comprar éste, el ultimo libro de welsh. La historia se ve buena, los buenos muchachos de los noventa ahora son diez años mas viejos y sabios...
irvine says :
"I get off the flight, into a taxi and down to the pub. Rab's there with a couple of student mates and loads of equipment. Betacams, DVs, eight-mil cameras, a monitor, sound stuff and lighting. He introduces the students as Vince and Grant and I let them upstairs. Our set is minimalist: a load of mattresses on the floor. As they set up the equipment and the talent starts to file in, the air is crackling with excitement. My heart skips as Nikki dances in, stealing up to me and purring: — How was Amsterdam? Excellent, more of which later, I smile, turning to wave at Melanie as she walks in. My second leading lady is a very sexy girl — in the sense of a deep-sea fish supper being exactly what you want on occasion — but hardly haute cuisine. She should be beautiful, but economic and social circumstances have made her handle herself differently to Nikki. When I start to think like this, I thank the Lord I've got an Italian mother. My cast, my crew; and what a bunch they are. Apart from Mel, Gina and Nikki, there's Jayne her sauna-hoor pal, and the Swedish (or is it Norwegian) lassie Ursula, who isn't as good-looking as she sounds, but is a total fuck-machine. There's also Wanda, Mikey's hoor, who looks a bit deranged with her smacked-out eyes, sitting cross-legged in the corner. Myself, Terry and his shagger mates Ronnie and Craig are present. Rab and his student chums are looking a bit uncomfortable"
IPd says / mguelito mayers-hiden
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