Of course, the big headlines in 1988 were generated by this
guy, who I first encountered on the news, not on the track but wandering around bemusedly in
a tracksuit while surrounded by a veritable platoon of photographers. I
promptly asked my Mum what drugs were. And a little bit of my innocence, as Don
McLean might have put it, took the last train for the coast.
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