Funny scene, likesay, how aw the psychos seem tae ken each other, ken what ah means, likes? - Irvine Welsh

The rhetorical question, the stock-in-trade weapon ay burds and psychos.

Sometimes ah think that people become junkies just because they subconsiously crave a wee bit ay silence.

Ah cannae feel any remorse, only anger and contempt. Ah seethed when ah saw that fuckin Union Jack oan his coffin, and that smarmy, wimpy cunt ay an officer, obviously oot ay his fuckin depth here, tryin to talk tae my Ma. Worse still, these Glasgow cunts, the auld boy's side, are here through en masse. They're fill ay shite aboot how Billy died in service ay his country n all that servile Hun crap. Billy wis a daft cunt, pure and simple. No a hero, no a martyr, just a daft cunt.