“We’re here all weekend, mate. No need to rush.” “Sod that!” Sean reached into his jean pocket and produced a baggie filled with white powder. He dipped a finger in and rubbed the contents on his gums. “Ah, that’s banging. Anyone want a taste?” Everyone declined. While none of them were saints, this was a weekend on the lash, not a re-enactment of Trainspotting.
