This was to be my final hit, but let’s be clear about this. There’s final hits and final hits. What kind was this to be?

We took morphine, diamorphine, cyclizine, codeine, temazepam, nitrazepam, phenobarbitone, sodium amytal, dextropropo xyphene, methadone, nalbuphine, pethidine, pentazocine, buprenorphine, dextromoramide, chlormethiazole. The streets are a wash with drugs you can have for unhappiness and pain, and we took them all. Fuck it, we would of injected vitimin C if only they’d made it illegal.

Mark “Rent-boy” Renton - Trainspotting

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It’s been a great week - part T2

After the week that we’ve had… part T2!!! Because how could I not do a recap on this week.

Sunday, January 22

An anon tips off that Sam and Cait are attending the T2 Trainspotting premiere in Edinburgh that night.

Photos start to be released and tweeted, and THEY LOOK LIKE A COUPLE!!!

We start to get photos of them being interviewed. Heart eyes all around!

Another video is released of Sam and Cait on the red carpet where it seems that Sam whistles at Cait and they reach for each other as they walk away.

Sam shares a photo of them on Instagram and it’s immediately flooded with shippery comments.

Sam tweets “Chose life” in reference to the famous Trainspotting quote, but it’s in the past tense while the quote is not.

Monday, January 23

More photos are surfacing, especially this one where Sam and Cait are joined at the hip.

The press are starting to pick up stories about Sam and Cait at the premiere.

WHAT IS GOING ON?!? Sam retweets the Pop Sugar article.

Interviews are starting to come out and they look like a couple of teens on a date. Cait giggling. Sam’s heart eye and they can’t stop looking loved up.

Tuesday, January 24

We learn the origins of Caitriona’s nickname. (gifs from @jamesandclairefraser)

Friday, January 27

Cait is hanging on Sam at the end of the latest interview. Such a couple gesture.

And then there was jealous Sam…

This might be the gift that keeps giving and we’ll get even more, but this has been an amazing T2 week! If I missed anything, please feel free to add on to this wonderful week.

No bother. No bother at all. Not for me, anyway. Still, it’s easy to be philosophical when it’s some other poor cunt with shite for blood.

Choose Life. Choose a job. Choose a career. Choose a family. Choose a fucking big television, choose washing machines, cars, compact disc players and electrical tin openers. Choose good health, low cholesterol, and dental insurance. Choose fixed interest mortgage repayments. Choose a starter home. Choose your friends. Choose leisurewear and matching luggage. Choose a three-piece suit on hire purchase in a range of fucking fabrics. Choose DIY and wondering who the fuck you are on Sunday morning. Choose sitting on that couch watching mind-numbing, spirit-crushing game shows, stuffing fucking junk food into your mouth. Choose rotting away at the end of it all, pissing your last in a miserable home, nothing more than an embarrassment to the selfish, fucked up brats you spawned to replace yourselves. Choose your future. Choose life… But why would I want to do a thing like that? I chose not to choose life. I chose somethin’ else. And the reasons? There are no reasons. Who needs reasons when you’ve got heroin?
Choose life
Choose Facebook, Twitter, Instagram and hope that someone, somewhere cares
Choose looking up old flames, wishing you’d done it all differently
And choose watching history repeat itself
Choose your future
Choose reality TV, slut shaming, revenge porn
Choose a zero hour contract, a two hour journey to work
And choose the same for your kids, only worse, and smother the pain with an unknown dose of an unknown drug made in somebody’s kitchen
And then… take a deep breath
You’re an addict, so be addicted
Just be addicted to something else
Choose the ones you love
Choose your future
Choose life
—  T2 (Trainspotting 2)