I suddenly went deaf in one ear the other day, so I went to the nurse. She looked in my ear and, startled, said, “There’s something in there.” I was intrigued. She warmed her syringe, scooshed and scooshed and, eventually, out came a lump of seaweed the size of a pea, from the Cromarty Firth in the north of Scotland, where I’d been swimming naked at three in the morning the previous weekend with 25 people from around the world I’d just met.
There was something Lynchean about this seaweed in my ear. When the nurse told me what she’d…
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