Perhaps you thought Trainspotting was too coy. Maybe you thought Irvine Welsh’s novel was on the restrained side. Yes, it had scenes of drug-addled bed soiling, mindless assaults and fatal child neglect, but perhaps you wish it had been more visceral.
If that is you, then Trainspotting Live will be right up your street. A hit on the Edinburgh fringe and now on tour, Adam Spreadbury-Maher’s exhilarating production plunges the audience into the world of Leith drug addicts and hardmen with a pulverising force. It is at turns hilarious and stomach-churning – sometimes both at once – much like the book itself on publication in 1993.
