Low life
Jeremy Clarke: When public vice improves private virtue
So I go to the all-night house party with my rolled-up yoga mat under my arm. Nice house, middle-class crowd,…
Jeremy Clarke: Get your yoga mat - you've pulled
I went from the first yoga session of the New Year to the pub. I felt ever so noble. The…
Jeremy Clarke: If you haven’t read We’re Going on a Bear Hunt, you haven’t lived
Christmas shopping in Waterstones, I came across a memory card game called We’re Going on a Bear Hunt. I snatched…
Jeremy Clarke: it’s 3 a.m. in London’s bohemian quarter and not a reasonably priced drink in sight
It’s a disgrace! I went up to London from Devon, a hick up from the sticks, to Annabel’s in Berkeley…
Jeremy Clarke: I'm a fake. The cannabis tells me so
Can it be that the one single agreeable thing about getting old is that one loses one’s pot paranoia? No.…
Low life
The beer garden at the back of the pub was empty, save one woman sitting alone at a table contemplating…
Jeremy Clarke: Why has Ed Miliband hidden his comic genius from the world?
Theresa May must have been a little disappointed. Her government limousine rolled silently to a halt at the rear entrance…
Jeremy Clarke: Can't we even manage a proper hurricane?
In the Spar shop I overheard someone talking anxiously to the woman on the till about an approaching ‘hurricane’. I…
Jeremy Clarke’s date with a plank fancier
We’d being trying to meet for lunch for weeks, but always something had got in the way and either she…
Jeremy Clarke: Running into Rachel
I’d been trying to curb the habit — one day at a time — and then I felt a bit…
My sky-blue 50mg Viagra tablet fell on to the floor. ‘Do you need to get that?’ she said - Jeremy Clarke
I’d booked a private one-to-one session with her for an hour on the afternoon of the day she flew in.…
Jeremy Clarke: Heaven is afternoon tea with Suzi Quatro
A surprisingly convivial atmosphere prevailed in the second-class carriage of the fast London-bound train when I stepped aboard at Bodmin.…
Jeremy Clarke: Morality in children depresses me
I went to a Tibetan yoga all-day workshop. Tibetan yoga is very simple. It would be hilariously so if it…
Morning after
I woke up in the foetal position, on my back, on Trev’s tiny sofa, with an old curtain over me.…
Jeremy Clarke: Taki makes me feel like dancing
‘Jeremy! Jeremy! I can’t believe it! There’s no bloody booze!’ I’d walked into the music room where Elgar and Fauré…
Jeremy Clarke: How to cheat at a pub quiz without even knowing it
One evening last week, I trotted over to the caravan site’s clubhouse to use the wifi and pick up emails.…
Jeremy Clarke: War games on Polzeath beach
We picked up the key to the caravan, let ourselves in, ascertained the phone signal situation (none) and went to…
Jeremy Clarke: The day I walked into a postcard
This time last year the postman delivered a picture postcard depicting a village square in Provence. The photograph on the…
Jeremy Clarke in France: A couple of formidables, dinner with bucketfuls of rosé, dancing, cognac with sugar cubes and a delightful romance
Golly my testicles are shrinking fast. At this rate by Christmas they’ll be down to the size of garden peas.…
Jeremy Clarke’s joy at a two-speed oscilating fan in la chaleur TGV
Hotel Trepaner, St Raphael, French Riviera: I have read all ten reviews on this site. The overall rating (given by…
His first night out in three weeks and Jeremy Clarke failed to pull
I haven’t been out for three weeks and I’m up for a big night. To prove it I’m wearing my…
Jeremy Clarke: Despite the rioting and suicides, there’s nowhere quite like Dartmoor
‘How was your journey?’ I said. In summer, the place next door is let to visitors on a weekly basis.…
Jeremy Clarke: I don't want to lose my grandsons
We were watching Top Gear. I was sitting on a wobbly fold-up chair at a rickety garden table in a…
I didn't want to talk about my cancer. But then I got to the party...
Searching the web for information about the enigmatic Bilderberg group, I came across a website called Who Controls America? It’s…
Jeremy Clarke: 'Can you part your cheeks a bit?’ I did so. There was a stunned silence
Sir Francis Drake died of dysentery while attacking the town of San Juan in Puerto Rico. He was buried at…
