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.
It has always struck me as odd that one of the most fundamental of human needs is one of the most expensive.
I cannot afford anything that costs more than £5.13, for those are the funds left in my bank account. I run the risk, if I take the Tube to the British Library, of not being able to take it back.
TFL’s new warning offers those who do not live in London another reason to be glad they don’t.
Gentle reader with a roof over your head: do not take the existence of a bed of which you have the use for granted.
I have seen more than enough evidence to suggest that the future may well be in safe hands.
“I wonder if I am going to be accosted and asked why I have forgotten my beard and my shtreime”.
“I have gone from being a totally sedentary man to one who dots about all over the place”.
My children, in correspondence with me, have noted that I have taken surprisingly well to rural life.
One looks at the news from points further south and despairs.
The chairs in the British Library reading rooms are just about comfy enough for sleep.