It was February 1996 and I remember riding on a bus through the snow to visit my grandmother. I’d been a movie geek since my early teens and was reading the film magazine Empire. The magazine contained a report on a film which spliced my interest in cinema with my new interest in Scottish drug culture. That film, of course, was Danny Boyle’s Trainspotting. I remember this moment in crisp detail: the snow, the grey sky, the cold bus. I remember all this because I have no memory of 1995 and that particular moment in February 1996 was when I started remembering again.

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