Jeremy Clarke Jeremy Clarke

Lying in

A social leper tells you of his miserable existence

issue 17 May 2003

We were supposed to report to the Household Cavalry barracks in west London at 8.45 but didn’t wake up, in south London, with a crucifying hangover, till nine. I’d been sick in the taxi on the way home, and when I went to put on my suit found that a good deal of it was still stuck to the left leg of my suit trousers.

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