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.
These streets won’t appear on chocolate boxes - so soon they won't appear at all.
Unlike others, we have no choice but to live with ourselves - still. A 27 hour residency seems a little brief.
There's some joy to be taken in the long lunch - as long as someone else is paying.
"I told the student representative that you have terrible asthma."
Money is becoming an idea actuated these days by an act no more physical than waving a card.
Does a breakfast taken in the first term of the Thatcher administration still count?
"I am delighted until I see that the paper has spelled my name, at the end of the column, 'Nicholas Zloozman'."
Englightenment via Avaaz, Duran Duran and Bananarama.
Heady pints, asteroid fights and the finest living example of the London landlady.
"I could be Nick Clegg". Nicholas Lezard sees desperation by the fridge light.