Low life
I sprinted through Milan station, speed-read the departures monitor without stopping, and arrived gasping on platform 8 with two minutes…
Low life
‘How many people have you slept with in your life, roughly?’ she asked. We were lying in bed in the…
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Toby goes to bed at 10 o’clock sharp every night otherwise he gets irritable. Toby sleeps on the bed always.…
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On Saturday my boy had a mini-stroke at home, aged only 26. ‘You’ll have to give up smoking and do…
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After Trev had mugged the mugger in the toilet we moved quickly on to another club. The Double O is…
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‘I’ve lost my phone,’ yells Trev. We’re in a club. He’s come charging on to the dance floor to tell…
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Watching the daily running of the bulls through Pamplona’s narrow streets online this week has given me a wistful pang…
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After hitting me with the cancer diagnosis, the urologist offered me the choice of a longer life in exchange for…
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Rachel Johnson, in last week’s Spectator diary, says that her husband says she only writes a book in order to…
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Ninety-two readers (thank you!) sent accounts of their worst debacles on drink or drugs. I printed out each one and…
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Before delivering his sermon, the vicar said we must offer one another the sign of peace. He struck the first…
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On Sunday morning, I was kicking a football in the back garden with my grandson. I had bought him his…
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The entries are crawling in on their hands and knees for the ‘drunkest I’ve ever been’ competition to win a…
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On 26 June there is a party at the Spectator office at 22 Old Queen Street to launch a paperback…
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From somewhere in the tree canopy, a nightingale song. The virtuoso trilling and warbling, the underwater bubbling, the teetering on…
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I’ve been on two cruises before: one was fun, the other misery. The misery one was a late August cruise…
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The old fishing town faced the sea psychically as well as architecturally. Dressed as pirates, my grandson and I walked…
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Two stylists work at this deeply rural French ladies’ hairdresser. Christelle is a gorgeous 17-year-old point-of-lay pullet, so lithe and…
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I’m such a constitutional lightweight lately that I’ve started looking on the website What’s On in South Devon for things…
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To say that Oscar was warmly welcomed as he stepped through the massive oak door into a chilly House of…
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Spectator Life’s third birthday party was a glamorous affair. It had paps, pop stars and Pippa. One went in and…
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The pub was disappointingly empty, so I took my first pint of the evening upstairs, where some sort of New…
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I’m watching Manchester City being taken to the cleaners by Barcelona on the telly, while at the table behind me…
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For the Cheltenham Festival I received the customary tipster circular from my pal Soapy Joe. Soapy’s most convincing credential as…
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It’s a silly, chippy complex, I know, but I often feel, on the rare occasions that I am induced to…
