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.
Nick Lezard's Down and Out column.
With the editors to avoid and the editors to endure, book publishers’ parties can be a minefield – thank heavens for the Pogues’ accordionist...
It's a case of knee jerk by proxy, says Nicholas Lezard.
I’d long planned to go up to the Heath on Midsummer Night to frolic under the stars.
It’s funny how one’s stamina diminishes with age. I once drank Hunter S Thompson pretty much under the table many years ago but these days I find 6am is pretty much my cut-off point.
My politics may place me firmly on the left of Labour, but confess to owning an MCC tie and people start looking at you in a whole new light.
Nicholas Lezard's Down and Out column.
My motto, when it comes to buying shoes, is “as rarely as possible”. A shoe will have to be hanging off my foot and making flapping noises as I walk before I buy another one.
When I encounter the words “my wife” or “my husband”, I get, in some dark moods, a choking sensation beneath the breastbone.
Over the years, I have begun to see the attraction of going out less and less. I sit, like Mycroft Holmes in the Diogenes Club, daring anyone to talk to me.
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