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.
The Office of National Statistics says 50 to 54 year olds are the most miserable people in the country. But they've not seen the new Wonderpass.
I thought I’d give her tidying theories a go, but when I held up the empty snack bag I was suffused with so many happy memories of the time we’d spent together that I couldn’t bear to throw it away.
People earning over £35,000 do not cavort with the abandon of those earning less.
It’s clearly bothering Philip Pullman, too.
I dislike going to the bank intensely; only, perhaps, not for the reason you might suppose.
The business is wholly discombobulating, rather like a drug experience absolutely without any of the good bits.
Second-Hand Stories by Josh Spero follows the author as he tracks down the previous owners of his books.
At one point someone put an arm around me and said, “This man is clearly an expat-in-waiting.” I take that as a compliment.
I am well aware that I am being pathetic.
Murmur murmur murmur, they go. Whisper whisper whisper. They are just five feet from me. I have to act.
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