Jeremy Clarke Jeremy Clarke

Torquay trauma

A social leper tells you of his miserable existence

issue 19 July 2003

When I got back from Pamplona I hadn’t slept in a bed or washed my hair for a week. There was a red stain around my neck where my sweat had mixed with the dye in my St Fermin neckerchief. I was badly sunburned. There was a suppurating graze on my shoulder and a cold sore on my lip.

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