Nicholas Lezard is a literary critic for the Guardian and also writes for the Independent. He writes the Down and Out in London column for the New Statesman.
I mean, seriously, what is the point?
Nowadays, one doesn’t have to look far for the gruesome.
It may be related to quantum mechanics.
I’m afraid I am going to have to stick to writing.
“Jesus Christ, I thought you were talking about my teeth.”
Men who take on wives two decades younger than themselves are meant to be looking a little ragged.
The Guardian is not going to be renewing my contract. But I know where I'll drown my sorrows.
I have only, to my recall, met two people who can outpace me, drink for drink, and they happen to be Hunter S Thompson and Christopher Hitchens.
I suppose I am due for my seven-yearly punch in the face by Time.
A quiet drink turns into an interrogation .. and no denial is good enough