Now I have had my ears syringed I am waiting for an upswing in my quality of life
I braced myself for a Shrek-like abundance of earwax, “There doesn’t seem to be much there,” the nurse said, peering into my left ear. I eventually…
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Nicholas Lezard
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.
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Will it be shellfish fed on sewage that finally makes us sick of this government?
I have a deep and sometimes fraught relationship with oysters – filth being dumped into the sea is unlikely…
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I am currently deaf. Is this it from now on, I wonder, one thing failing after another?
About the only upside that I can see is that I can’t hear various right-wing politicians, not to mention…
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A year in my flat – and I marked it by setting off the smoke alarm
It is also the anniversary of the beginning of my lockdown affair, and now even the weather reminds me…
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A confrontation with a pipsqueak leaves me feeling my age
I like to think of myself as someone who is happy in his own skin. But I'm unnerved after…
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In Edinburgh, I find both the perfect pub and the world’s most objectionable drunk
The man waves a bottle of beer at us and tries to climb over the railings. He is at…
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One dodgy kebab and I miss out on a memorable restaurant experience
A friend who earns an obscene amount of money was due to take me out. Instead, I writhe around…
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I had two beers and didn’t enjoy them. Something is seriously wrong
It’s a funny business, suffering from the after-effects of Covid. If indeed I am.
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An almost sleepless night, until I have an anxiety dream about this magazine
Awake in the early hours I feel as though my brain has been replaced by wet soil. So I…
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