The Liver Damage Capital: Angry Residents and a Mankini Ban Vs Stag-Dos and Pissed Up
Words: Hannah Ewens
2015
Newquay is a town of two stories. In the sleepy sunlight hours it's a place defined by its craggy cliffs and Cornish pasties; the colourful surf shops selling a Santa Cruz lifestyle and Camden Market burlap change purses. But by night the place staggers into action: an arena for marauding stag-dos and pissed-up school leavers; naked scrotums that hang from torn mankinis; young stomachs violently rejecting herbal ecstasy and Foster's over the cobbled streets.
Of course, it's that latter generalisation which makes the papers. Give someone a selection of Newquay headlines that made the nationals in the past 15 years and they'd probably envisage a crap Magaluf with added goose-pimples; wasted feral children roaming in packs, thrusting their "European driving licences" at bouncers, making Vines of each other eating glass and drinking alcohol through their eyes.
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