Irvine Welsh on Porno
Sally Vincent talks to Irvine Welsh about his new novel Porno.
Pornography, it seems, became the new rock'n'roll while Welsh wasn't looking. "It's massive," he says, then, lest he has understated the massive massiveness of massive, adds, "Fucking massive." First he knew of it, he sauntered into one of the old Edinburgh dives to see a few old mates, expecting to find the place as he'd left it, the punters all popping Es and bopping around in a sweat haze, and found himself the only man with his clothes on in the middle of some kind of huge, gonzo sex orgy. It seemed that while his back was turned, everyone he knew had gone through a process of disinhibition that had passed him by. All the old clubs are now sex clubs. You don't go back to your place for more drugs and loud noises any more, you go back to your place to get your kit off, shag everyone in sight, film everyone shagging everyone in sight, then sit about watching the film of you shagging everyone in sight from your last night out.
Damn, I have to visit Scotland sometime soon.
