Low life
The high and low life of John Craxton
Charm is a weasel word; it can evoke the superficial and insincere, and engender suspicion and mistrust. But charm in…
My old columns are a form of purgatory
I drank Bombay gin and Fever-Tree tonic on the half-empty easyJet flight to Gatwick. I was even offered ice cubes.…
Spectator letters: Housing associations fight back; and more world-wrecking British graduates
What we’re building Sir: I was surprised and frustrated to read Ross Clark’s piece on housing associations in last week’s…
Call myself a Low life? You lot put me to shame
The entries are crawling in on their hands and knees for the ‘drunkest I’ve ever been’ competition to win a…
Outstrip Jeremy Clarke’s worst excesses and win an invitation to his Low life book launch
On 26 June there is a party at the Spectator office at 22 Old Queen Street to launch a paperback…
Letters
Climate scientists write… Sir: Lord Lawson has written in his diary (30 November) under the online summary headline ‘my secret…
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…
