One Final Hit


Full disclosure: we’re obsessed with Scotland. Truly, what’s not to love? Bagpipes, sheep, rolling green hills, brawny dudes who wear short plaid skirts with more flair than we ever could. Of course, that’s not quite Irvine Welsh's Edinburgh -- in 1996, he gave us Trainspotting, a blistering black-humor account of the capital’s seedy underbelly, complete with stylish junkies, heroin addicts, raging psychos, and foul-smelling toilets. Uplifting, wasn’t it? Welsh is back with The Bedroom Secrets of the Master Chefs, which pegs a womanizing restaurant inspector against a nerdy Uni-grad. A creepy celeb chef, a mysterious disease, and an impromptu jaunt stateside keeps the plot fast and furious. Welsh will advise you to choose the job, the family, and the fucking big television at the Coolidge Corner Theatre, 290 Harvard St, Brookline | August 16 @ 6 pm | $2 | 617.566.6660. So buy your tix early and ditch your fantasies about the writing life:

"It might just be because I'm fucking lazy or whatever, but I've no fucking respect for the writer's craft. It's a lot of fucking nonsense. It's all application. It's nothing to fucking do with skill." -- Irvine Welsh

* Your resource for all things Ewan "Rent Boy" McGregor (um, swoon)
* Which Trainspotting Character Are You?
* The Guardian UK: Welsh's play Babylon Heights and a review of Bedroom Secrets
* Listen to a Robert Burns poem read with a Scottish accent, and fall in love
* The Edinburgh Fringe Festival


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