Low life
When I was 32, tired at last, for the moment anyway, of seizing the day, I stopped drinking and gave…
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In my late twenties, it was not unusual for me to wake up in a police cell wearing a paper…
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In 1984 I was 27. Since leaving school I had done unskilled manual labour, when I could get any. Then…
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I live in south Devon. Last week I went up to north Devon, to visit a friend who was renting…
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I’ve might have no testosterone. (My production is currently being stopped by injection once every three months.) But what I…
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Le tout Torquay was there, cramming into the Princess Theatre with a drink in each hand ten minutes after the…
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‘Oscar!’ cried Miss Herd as I arrived. She was standing at the classroom door releasing her charges one by one…
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They do love a party at The Spectator. I was invited to four in ten days last week: the Apollo…
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Tap tap tap at the door. I opened my eyes. ‘Check-out 10.30,’ said a neutral or possibly slightly hostile female…
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‘I’m wasted,’ said Trev, meaning not that his life is futile, but that his mind was overwhelmed by illegal drugs.…
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On Saturday night I went to Charlie’s 69th birthday party. What a gaff he’s got. The rather snooty description of…
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After three days tête-à-tête (and sometimes tête-à-pied) I walked into town alone to get some air and see what the…
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My first time back in the local for eight weeks. The manageress lifts the flap, comes around to my side…
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Then there was the time I took Sharon to the Pamplona bull run. She looked very fetching in the traditional…
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I was two days alone in the caravan and no signal or reception of any sort. It was like a…
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Just when I was beginning to think I’d had enough, I was offered a free week in a caravan. I…
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I couldn’t find the house so I called the number again. Instead of the man I’d spoken to previously, this…
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As Sharon stooped to pour boiling water from the kettle into two mugs, I studied her back and wondered what,…
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Sharon’s back. As soon as I heard, I went straight round to the house and let myself in. She was…
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Two years ago, roughly, for a travel piece, I flew to Delhi and took a southbound train to a dusty…
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In the blue corner, wearing 4oz gloves, is the Ninja. Real name Klynton. The younger of my two grandsons. Also…
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On eBay car auctions one often reads of all sorts of reasons for cars being sold: birth, death, marriage, divorce,…
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Depressed and demoralised after the defeat of his nation of farmers in the second Boer war, Eugène Marais, an Afrikaner…
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Another sunny Sunday morning and the phone rings. I pick up the receiver. It’s Frank. I groan inwardly. Frank is…
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My brother’s three Borders are called Roxy, Ruby and Taz. My one ambition in life is to own a terrier…
