Jeremy Clarke

Jeremy Clarke writes the The Spectator Low Life column.

Would I be bitten by the bug that bit Katherine Mansfield?

18 March 2017 9:00 am

After circuiting Spain by train, I went east to Italy, stopping on the way at the French border town of…

Confessions of a Feyenoord hooligan-turned-Rastafarian

11 March 2017 9:00 am

In Spain, I stayed in youth hostels in Barcelona, Alicante, Almeria and Seville. But that first hostel in Barcelona, where…

The many people I slept with in Spain

4 March 2017 9:00 am

All told, I find that in the last week I’ve slept with a Chinaman, three black women from the United…

Hostelling Scientology-style

25 February 2017 9:00 am

I stepped off the train in Barcelona at 7.30 in the evening and followed directions to the hostel. The February…

Up close and personal with Marine Le Pen

18 February 2017 9:00 am

A deep frost in the winter of 1821–22 killed the orange trees in Nice. The Anglican minister to the English…

Dinner with Enoch Powell's postman

11 February 2017 9:00 am

Dr Ivan Mindlin was the in-house casino doctor at the Stardust in Las Vegas in the early 1970s. Mention any…

A love song to the Holy Spirit

4 February 2017 9:00 am

Dr Mindlin called. I needed cheering up? If I fancied a week in Antigua as his guest I should be…

How to cure depression

28 January 2017 9:00 am

‘If life is a race, I feel that I’m not even at the starting line,’ I said to the doctor…

The healing power of gin

21 January 2017 9:00 am

Our friend Anthony was reportedly dying and a party of four drove over to the nursing home to say cheerio.…

The therapeutic effects of Modafinil and a mob doctor

14 January 2017 9:00 am

Still depressed, or, as Matthew Arnold put it, ‘the foot less prompt to meet the morning dew’, I got out…

I couldn't bring myself to say 'depression'. And the GP wouldn't give me an appointment

7 January 2017 9:00 am

On the Monday before Christmas, the black dog came around again and I couldn’t get out of bed. I lay…

England: a populous totalitarian state on a war footing

31 December 2016 9:00 am

I drew back the curtains. Yet another absolutely still, sunny day. Early-morning mist lying in the valleys. An echoing report…

There’s a bad smell about Grasse

10 December 2016 9:00 am

We’re driving east, destination Grasse. Hairpin bends circling oak-clad hills. Autumn gold and scarlet. Exciting cambers. Blinding winter sunshine. The…

Rats and flying slugs: what the world is like on Parkinson’s drugs

3 December 2016 9:00 am

My mother is a bore magnet. They travel from miles around to sit in the chair opposite hers and tell…

The schizophrenics who taught me to play pool

26 November 2016 9:00 am

Six months ago I bought a garden chair on eBay. When I went to the address to pick it up,…

My brother helped me face cancer. Now I must help him

19 November 2016 9:00 am

The day after the American people applied a very welcome touch on the brakes to the Enlightenment juggernaut, I went…

Reflections on boozing, whoring and self-mutilation

12 November 2016 9:00 am

I didn’t fancy the hotel breakfast, so I wandered into Arles old town looking for a café. The weather and…

The men who made us fat

5 November 2016 9:00 am

‘Look at them, they’re all fat,’ he said. I’d slowed the car to allow four children to cross the zebra…

A sea shanty for Donald Trump

29 October 2016 9:00 am

There were six of us round the table to celebrate Trafalgar Day. We ate the same dinner served to Her…

A man with dementia is a man in tune with the times

22 October 2016 9:00 am

In 1999 I went to the doctor about the impotence. Don’t worry, he said. I have good news for you.…

From Glasgow to Provence: the making of a mongrel

15 October 2016 9:00 am

Six months ago Sally was living in a third floor flat in Glasgow. Then she was thrown into the back…

I was a sex addict

8 October 2016 9:00 am

The first and only time I went to a meeting of Sex Addicts Anonymous, this chap stood up and gave…

Should I take a hooker to Taki’s 80th birthday party?

1 October 2016 9:00 am

I stood in front of the mirror in the £61-a-night hotel room in Paddington, buttoned my polyester dinner jacket and…

Canadian liberal or alien robot? It was difficult to say

24 September 2016 9:00 am

One side of the hostel overlooked Waterloo station’s 22 platforms. Trains departed and arrived at the rate of two or…

On Buddhism — and Keith Vaz

17 September 2016 9:00 am

Last week in Ladakh I went panting from one Buddhist monastery to another. Culturally, racially and historically, Ladakh is Tibetan,…