Monday, the 6th of July 2020. If this were any ordinary year, the plaza of Pamplona would have been packed to the rafters with excited Spaniards and foreign tourists who couldn’t wait to celebrate the chupinazo and kick off the sanfermines. But this is no ordinary year. It is one of the five times when Pamplona’s festival of running the bulls has been cancelled in its long history.
GUARANTEED FUN. May the bulls run with -- not on! -- you!
I’VE just got back from Pamplona and if I’ve said it once, I’ve said it and will repeat it again a thousand times; Never Again.You can quote me next year. I’m bearing the scars of several cornadas, mostly in the region of the liver (pronóstico: muy grave.) and that last bit of the trip, after the car blew up in flames sixty nine kilómetros outside Madrid played hell with my gout. So on that happy note of goodwill and Christian charity, I will leave you to retire to my local clinic. And a happy Sanfermines next year to each and every loving little one of you.
A beautiful, timeless, classic, witty account of the running of the bulls. And to think that it was written no less than 45 years ago. In GUIDEPOST, of course!
In 1959 Neil Dougall ran “before a bunch of razor-horned, massively-muscled bulls” and experienced “the most excitingly dangerous minutes” of his life