Jeremy Clarke

Jeremy Clarke writes the The Spectator Low Life column.

Low life

21 October 2017 9:00 am

On Saturday night, I toddled up to the village hall for the fish-and-chip supper, quiz night and raffle — bring…

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14 October 2017 9:00 am

Early on Friday morning I flew from the north of Iceland to Reykjavik, from Reykjavik to Heathrow, then I hopped…

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7 October 2017 9:00 am

The temperature gauge needle heeled hard over into the red. ‘Not again,’ I said to Oscar, sitting beside me on…

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30 September 2017 9:00 am

As is traditional in this village, the Chapel congregation had walked the 100 yards up the hill to unite with…

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23 September 2017 9:00 am

I got off the plane at Changi still pleasantly sedated by Xanax, passed through the ‘nothing to declare’ channel, and…

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16 September 2017 9:00 am

The army patrols at Nice airport go around three abreast, steely-eyed, fingers on the trigger. They walk slowly and scrutinise…

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9 September 2017 9:00 am

‘Have you ever thought of having some colour put in, love?’ said Julian as he shaved my neck with a…

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2 September 2017 9:00 am

I arrived for lunch a bit late and was led to the dining table. Our hostess disappeared back into the…

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26 August 2017 9:00 am

My mother has various chronic illnesses and finds it almost impossible to remain both immobile and awake during the day.…

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19 August 2017 9:00 am

On Sunday morning we went, Oscar and I, to a vide grenier in the ancient, picturesque Provençal village. Vide grenier…

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12 August 2017 9:00 am

My grandson and I are reprising the 1968 film The Swimmer. Burt Lancaster is an advertising executive at a pool…

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5 August 2017 9:00 am

Five and the Red One are a German covers band. It’s probably the most uninspiring name for a rock band…

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22 October 2016 9:00 am

In 1999 I went to the doctor about the impotence. Don’t worry, he said. I have good news for you.…

Zopiclone: drug of choice for monkeys and the French

4 June 2016 9:00 am

Hours before boarding the cross-Channel car ferry, I received a text message from the company warning of severe fuel shortages…

My manhood is hanging in the balance

28 May 2016 9:00 am

We cleared the kitchen table for a game of pick-up sticks. Remember them? Thirty long, thin bamboo sticks, their differing…

The French gym where kissing before a workout is mandatory

21 May 2016 9:00 am

A fresh start in a new gym in a foreign country. The serious young gym attendant didn’t speak a word…

The members of White’s fall into two categories: shits and bores

14 May 2016 9:00 am

On Sunday we were invited for lunch at Chez Bruno, an unbelievably posh restaurant in the south of France. At…

French labour laws should come with a health warning

7 May 2016 9:00 am

The tourist information office of the small French country town looked closed. Peering between the posters on the window glass,…

My old columns are a form of purgatory

30 April 2016 9:00 am

I drank Bombay gin and Fever-Tree tonic on the half-empty easyJet flight to Gatwick. I was even offered ice cubes.…

My life in West Ham matches

23 April 2016 9:00 am

What consolation in life can Arthur and I find after that defeat at the hands of Manchester United in the…

Why gender fluidity will never take off in France

16 April 2016 9:00 am

On Monday morning I was in a blind panic. The deadline for posted manuscript entries to the Daily Mail First…

A game of chess with my grandson and a dead mouse

9 April 2016 9:00 am

The younger grandson, Klynton, four, has got in the habit recently of thrusting his hands in my trouser pockets and…

Walking, and praying, in the hills of Provence

2 April 2016 9:00 am

While I was in Provence, my hostess and I went out one day for a walk in the hills. We…

Cheltenham has no brothels – I wonder why

26 March 2016 9:00 am

I shared a taxi from Cheltenham station to the house party in an outlying village with a stripper. Finding a…

Trev leans over to me: ‘Jägers?’ he says. ‘Pope?’ I say.

19 March 2016 9:00 am

I walk into the King Bill at eight o’clock and the usual young Friday-night crowd is in and the spirit…