Low life
Low life
So I go to the all-night house party with my rolled-up yoga mat under my arm. Nice house, middle-class crowd,…
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I went from the first yoga session of the New Year to the pub. I felt ever so noble. The…
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Christmas shopping in Waterstones, I came across a memory card game called We’re Going on a Bear Hunt. I snatched…
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It’s a disgrace! I went up to London from Devon, a hick up from the sticks, to Annabel’s in Berkeley…
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Can it be that the one single agreeable thing about getting old is that one loses one’s pot paranoia? No.…
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The beer garden at the back of the pub was empty, save one woman sitting alone at a table contemplating…
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Theresa May must have been a little disappointed. Her government limousine rolled silently to a halt at the rear entrance…
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In the Spar shop I overheard someone talking anxiously to the woman on the till about an approaching ‘hurricane’. I…
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We’d being trying to meet for lunch for weeks, but always something had got in the way and either she…
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I’d been trying to curb the habit — one day at a time — and then I felt a bit…
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I’d booked a private one-to-one session with her for an hour on the afternoon of the day she flew in.…
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A surprisingly convivial atmosphere prevailed in the second-class carriage of the fast London-bound train when I stepped aboard at Bodmin.…
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I went to a Tibetan yoga all-day workshop. Tibetan yoga is very simple. It would be hilariously so if it…
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I woke up in the foetal position, on my back, on Trev’s tiny sofa, with an old curtain over me.…
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‘Jeremy! Jeremy! I can’t believe it! There’s no bloody booze!’ I’d walked into the music room where Elgar and Fauré…
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One evening last week, I trotted over to the caravan site’s clubhouse to use the wifi and pick up emails.…
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We picked up the key to the caravan, let ourselves in, ascertained the phone signal situation (none) and went to…
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This time last year the postman delivered a picture postcard depicting a village square in Provence. The photograph on the…
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Golly my testicles are shrinking fast. At this rate by Christmas they’ll be down to the size of garden peas.…
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Hotel Trepaner, St Raphael, French Riviera: I have read all ten reviews on this site. The overall rating (given by…
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I haven’t been out for three weeks and I’m up for a big night. To prove it I’m wearing my…
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‘How was your journey?’ I said. In summer, the place next door is let to visitors on a weekly basis.…
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We were watching Top Gear. I was sitting on a wobbly fold-up chair at a rickety garden table in a…
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Searching the web for information about the enigmatic Bilderberg group, I came across a website called Who Controls America? It’s…
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Sir Francis Drake died of dysentery while attacking the town of San Juan in Puerto Rico. He was buried at…
