Jeremy Clarke

Jeremy Clarke writes the The Spectator Low Life column.

Low Life

I rather enjoy my chemotherapy sessions

I don’t exactly look forward to them but it’s not so bad once I’m there

By Jeremy Clarke

Low Life

A tale of many swimming pools

Oscar and Klynton are visiting us in Provence and a 100-degree heatwave has hit. There’s only one place to be

By Jeremy Clarke

Low Life

How I love England — despite the hellhole that is Gatwick airport

The passport checking hall resembled a Nuremberg rally but most of us used it as an exercise in British stoicism

By Jeremy Clarke

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Help! I’m restaurant-phobic

Eating out once a week I can cheerfully manage. Twice, I start complaining

By Jeremy Clarke

Low Life

From ferreter to animal-rights champion

I was vice-chairman of the South West Lurcher, Terrier and Ferret Club. Now I’m pleading for the life of a mouse

By Jeremy Clarke

Low Life

A very annoying guide to the Somme battlefields

Our visit was marred by his tuneless humming and lack of historical insight but a few beers put everything right

By Jeremy Clarke

Low Life

Walking the Somme

The Ulster Tower was often struck by lightning

By Jeremy Clarke

Low Life

The curse of surgical stockings

As I wrestled with mine, my ward mate hung his head in shame

By Jeremy Clarke

Low Life

Jason Ricci is my mentor, guru and anointed one

Lately my afternoons are spent with America’s no. 1 blues harmonica player and his tongue-blocking techniques

By Jeremy Clarke

Low Life

The joy of ironing

If my internal critic gets too negative or noisy, I steam-flatten the commentary line by line

By Jeremy Clarke

Low Life

The beauty of French nurses

Whereas the older nurse was effortlessly capable of subjectivity, objectivity, sympathy and imagination, the younger woman was limited to the first category only

By Jeremy Clarke

Low Life

If all else fails, there’s always basket weaving

My struggles with the blues harmonica

By Jeremy Clarke

Low Life

My reintroduction to the human race

Time and again in France I have found that the greater the offense the more easily one is forgiven

By Jeremy Clarke

Low Life

Mon dieu! Our French residency permits have arrived

Between Christmas and New Year I spent five minutes on the form and sent the email

By Jeremy Clarke

Low Life

My French lessons with Lord Nelson

Wearing two masks struck me as being as absurd as wearing two hats and I laughed

By Jeremy Clarke

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