Book: Glue

10 rules Duncan Ewart:
1. Never hit a women
2. Always join for friends
3. Don't be a scab
4. Do not cross this barrier of protesters
5. Do not give up friends, whatever it is
6. Don't say a word to them ("they" means the police, the labour exchange, social security, journalists, Council, census, etc.)
7. Every week buy a new album
8. Come on always when I can. Take it only if no other choice
9. You fly under the clouds or down below the waterline, remember that nothing good or bad lasts forever and that today is the beginning of a lifetime of
10. Give love without looking back, but, trusting, be circumspect

Well, who won? For me it is - nobody. Violence often happens: everyone is trying at least to pull a draw, but in the end everybody loses.

Fucking and guilt are inseparable, like fish & chips. Guilt and good ***La. We have wine in Scotland is Catholic and Calvinist. Maybe that's why ecstasy is so popular.

The best shot comes not from the heart but from the heels, - he repeats, - through the whole body to shoulder, on the arm and in the chin.

Terry once said that character is not attaches when golly said his girls from school good disposition.

Externally, the world has become much richer than the one in which we grew up. But something has been lost. Became more rigid and rude, but values decreased. Worse, young people in spite of their natural integrity, were forced to accept a way of thinking, in which Vice and betrayal was considered for granted.

However, we at the m***, we busy with their Breakfast. A proper Breakfast sets a good mood.

... in moments when emotions are overflowing, people often say lightly.

Too troublesome to explain to her that now she is in the part of Scotland where to share your dreams - it's like sharing one syringe for two: sometimes like as possible, but in the end a more expensive.

Tears no. Cry pointless as trying to pour a tank of grief through the IV.

First time ripping you apart, then turns to stone and then chips a piece.

- ... That's for sure. I was just thinking... I always feel that plenty of time will be more time to patch things up. And then it happens, and you realize that time is not there. There is so much I could do...

Smile even your heart is pounding. We all like the slaves in the field, put on a mask, "all right, boss," and they don't know how to make ends meet.

How is it that the few inches between them turned into a chasm?