I am beset by boredom, a rare condition that’s not good for me
I forgot Damon Runyon’s name for the entire time it took me to walk from Waitrose to my flat
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Nicholas Lezard
Nicholas Lezard writes the Down and Out column for the New Statesman.
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Time weighs heavy in my childhood home
I wonder how going into the street shooting at the road signs with my dad’s air rifle would go…
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I have gallstones and cannot eat my favourite things
Why does everything always get worse?
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Six hours in hospital was a test of my rich inner resources
You can’t help but have a torrid time when waiting for six hours and only being seen by the…
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People keep offering me pianos
It is a shame, then, that I play music as if I am missing three fingers
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My mother, the Broadway star of Cloudesley Ward
She’s in hospital, the cat’s starving (apparently), and somehow Deborah Levy turns up in the lift
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I’ve had a disappointing week, salvation-wise
I am neither the infidel, and nor do I find myself in heaven
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The people I’ve been seeing
Some have been real, like Richard Coles, and others ghosts from my past – like Debbie, the barmaid I…
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Richard Coles, you owe me a gossipy lunch
Sometimes you just know someone isn’t going to show up at a restaurant
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