Low life
Low life
As is traditional in this village, the Chapel congregation had walked the 100 yards up the hill to unite with…
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I got off the plane at Changi still pleasantly sedated by Xanax, passed through the ‘nothing to declare’ channel, and…
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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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‘Have you ever thought of having some colour put in, love?’ said Julian as he shaved my neck with a…
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I arrived for lunch a bit late and was led to the dining table. Our hostess disappeared back into the…
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My mother has various chronic illnesses and finds it almost impossible to remain both immobile and awake during the day.…
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On Sunday morning we went, Oscar and I, to a vide grenier in the ancient, picturesque Provençal village. Vide grenier…
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My grandson and I are reprising the 1968 film The Swimmer. Burt Lancaster is an advertising executive at a pool…
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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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‘We are always waiting for somebody,’ observed a vexed British journalist. Usually it was me they were waiting for, but…
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Valencia was a furnace. During the short ride from the airport, the taxi driver supplemented his chat about the weather…
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The hen party was seated at an outside restaurant table under the plane trees when I arrived. They sat with…
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Up on the fifth floor the wind was like thunder. Wild gusts shook the window glass so violently I thought…
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I got up, made a pot of coffee and sat and read the paper. A churchgoing charity worker had stolen…
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‘Yours?’ I said to the woman watching the mechanic poring over the latest-shape Renault Mégane for faults. (I was waiting…
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French supermarket cashiers won’t be hurried. Nor will their customers, many of whom seem caught out by a bill at…
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‘Get ready for the stink,’ said Oscar as we walked up the concrete ramp to the entrance of the ape…
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My latest bed partner is a seven-year-old lad. That first night we slept together in my double bed, I hardly…
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‘Jeremy, I want you to sit here next to me — unless you’re frightened of me?’ We were briefly introduced…
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Chez Frank is a popular local boar-hunters’ bar, tobacconist and general store at a lonely crossroads in the forest. It…
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I was sitting between mother and daughter on the sofa, and we were having a ‘wee night’ as Glaswegians put…
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‘Emmanuel Macron est le plus grand con du monde,’ said the elderly gent taking the vacant seat on my right…
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I went to a barbecue. Everyone was patient and well disposed towards the silent, depressed, two-toed sloth in their midst.…
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When I was depressed 20 years ago, the (then) new antidepressant drug Prozac sorted it easily. It took six weeks…
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I ran for the airport terminal shuttle bus; the doors shut behind me as I skipped on. I sank into…
