The anticipation is building inside us, an uncontrollable urge tae git bang on-it. A’ve git ‘Ayla’ playin in the background n A’m almost ready. Ma maw’s even went n brought me in a McDonald’s tae make sure A eat suhin. It’s gonnae be difficult but. Normally, yi wid snatch the thing oot hur hands n scran fuck oot it, but the day A’ll be munchin it a sesame seed at a time. A’m forcin it doon. Adrenaline is a hunger suppressant. This excitement n euphoria needed nae fuel, apart fae Methylene-dioxy methamphetamine n Buckfast de la Tonic Vino. It’s an eld CD n it skips ontae DJ Rankin, ‘Raving in the Bedroom’. The CD player is blastin oot n A’m bouncin aboot like fuck. Ma maw’s goin nuts but A don’t care cos we are ravin! YEEEOOOO! We are raaavin! We are raaavin! ALLLLLLAN, TURN THAT DOWN! Naw, maw, cannae, soz – cos A’m fuckin ravin in the bedroom. DJ Rankin in the mix motherfucker! Here we fuckin go. Haw, specky, gees an ecky.

A bounce doon tae Eck’s flat n the troops ir awready here bang on-it. Danny, Addison, Big Kenzie, Wee Kenzie, Finnegan, Big Eck, Amanda n Wee Toni. The tunes ir bangin oot the eld beat-up system n the neighbours ir awready chappin through the wall. Big Kenzie n Eck ir fuckin full ae it. They’ve been sniffin a quarter ae gear aw day apparently, bangin oot Patsys left, right n centre. The two ae them ir dressed in pure bright colours. Tam’s wearin a shockin pink tap n Eck’s in a baby-blue polo shirt wae the collar up n white trackies. Danny, Wee Kenzie n Finnegan huv Gio-Goi n Brookhaven T-shirts on wae joggy bottoms. A’m wearin a royal blue Henleys tap wae a pink logo, dark grey Nike joggies n ma eld Lacoste trainers wae the single strap. Amanda’s gone fur the pink tutu n furry boots, the lot. Toni’s in a turquoise strappy tap n ripped denim hotpants. Hur n Finnegan ir in the corner chattin away. A crack ma bottle ae wine n take a healthy neck oot it, make the first drink a good wan. It goes doon smooth, pure nice bottle wae the vanilla hint comin through that only a seasoned Tonic connoisseur kin detect. A’ve git that n a bottle ae Red Square Reloaded. That wid dae yi on rave day.

The door goes n Eck rolls backwards aff the couch tae git it. He comes back in wae Patricia n Monica. A huvnae seen them fur a bit. There’s rumours flyin aboot that Patricia’s been seein that Jamie Peters fae the Toi. Scheme hoppin wee cow. Cunts said they hud seen her oot n aboot in his BMW. She’s that kind ae lassie – no quite shaggin fur a run, but no far aff it. Monica hud stayed on at school n hus started college. She’s talkin aboot maybe goin tae uni eventually. Naturally, yi think yir above folk aboot here if yi try tae better yirsel. Everycunt thinks she’s turned posh or suhin. We hud always kept in touch after our fling, but, as wae aw elder burds, it wis a passin thing. A still huv a wee soft spot fur Monica Mason but, cannae deny it, troops.