Irvine Welsh goes soft
I remember when Irvine Welsh was a rebel author – now he goes to Starbucks and drinks green tea. Wuss! (Actually, it’s a great interview, click through and discover why he doesn’t go to nightclubs anymore)
But he is so mild-mannered and calm and lovely, it is hard to equate the man that sits in front of me sipping green tea with any of the pictures painted of him, sometimes by him. For instance, he writes mostly about the working-class people in his native Scotland, but he lives in Miami now, with his 28-year-old wife, whom he met in a bar in Chicago. I say that I wouldn’t have him down as a Miami kind of man.