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Sunday, July 17, 2005

Porno

when almost the whole fricking world is frantically flipping the pages of the new Hairy Trotter book, this lazy uncultural slob is resuming his previous read after a 1.5 years hiatus. The book i'm reading is aptly named after of my favourite genre of movies, Porno.

the title may be a tad misleading, but it is actually a sequel to the critically acclaimed Trainspotting, which was later made into a movie that was best remembered as the show which launched the career of Ewan McGregor and also featuring the most digusting toilet scene ever.

Trainspotting detailed the lives and struggles of three druggies and their nutcase pal. Porno follows up on how these four chaps are doing a decade later. Of the three druggies, one still remained an addict and sadly became HIV positive after all the needles sharing, another scooted to Ansterdam and became a club owner. The last of them, Simon, is having a grand vision of filming his own porno flick, hence the title of the book.

Although the porno movie bit isn't the core of the whole book, it produces the funniest moment of the book. An example is how Sickboy goes about exalting the virtue of Anal Sex to his cast after some of them exhibited a reluctance of allowing rear entrances.

"-No, Simon shakes his head.- Ye see ,Rab, it's due to the way we feel about our arseholes. We now believe, as a species, if our soul is located anywhere in our bodies, it's up in our arse. That's where all goes. It make sense. That's why we're obsessed with anal jokes, anal sex, anal hobbies...the arsehole- not the brain, not space- is the last frontier. THAT'S what makes us revolutionaries."

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