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Confessions of a political gambler
What could be more exquisite than the life of the professional gambler? I began my career in 2016 with a…
How I lost my faith
God used to exist. He doesn’t any more, but back in the early 1970s he was a major presence in…
Being mugged changes you forever
Being mugged changes you forever. My encounter with highwaymen occurred three decades ago in a south London street, in the…
Next time, I’m swimming to Calais
Friends in Calais invited me to their baby’s birthday party. He’s a year old. They suggested an overnight stay and…
Admit it – Italian food is rubbish
Every year I’m summoned to a gathering which I strive to avoid. My first cousin, who loves a boozy party,…
My (surprisingly) decent proposal
‘Like being chained to a lunatic.’ That’s how a man feels in relation to his libido. And the lunatic latches…
The reality of food banks
The old man next door asked me to collect his parcel from the food bank. ‘Sure,’ I said. I joined…
The new status symbol of the super rich: headlice
To help out friends, I sometimes collect a boy from his primary school near Sloane Square. This part of London…
