It's been nearly two decades since Renton, Spud, Sick Boy, Begbie, Davie, and Tommy first gave a tour of an Edinburgh unrecognizable to the tourists strolling the Royal Mile, much of it narrated in a brogue so broad that, for some readers, anyway, it may as well be a Scottish Finnegans Wake with swearing: «Ah wanted the radge tae jist fuck off ootay ma visage, tae
go oan his ain, n jist leave us wi Jean - Claude.»