The Guardian had an interesting — and, frankly, terrifying — piece the other day by Nick Coleman, the Independent’s long-serving and shamelessly cerebral rock critic. I used to know Nick slightly: we talked drivel on the same radio show for a while a dozen years ago, and he wrote a piece about my first cricket book, in which he described me as ‘faintly posh and indefatigably sunny’, a combination of words that makes my girlfriend fall about to this day. Actually, I liked him a lot: he has an incredibly dry sense of humour and loves music to his core.
And a terrible thing has happened to him. Without warning, or apparent reason, he has lost his hearing in one ear. Worse, the ability to hear in that ear has been replaced by a monstrous variety of noises, as his brain tries to compensate.
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